First post! Usually don't write stories. Might be made up, might be true, might be half and half. Enjoy!
Might suck too
Hope you like, Criticism more then welcome. Or maybe it isn't because its not a story and happened
All in the Eye.
I pound back the Jack and Coke. Guess thats the flavor for tonight. In the bottom of the glass I see my foggy eyes. Distraught with fear and
distrust. One year to the day my sister has died. Taken before her twenties in too cruel of a way. As I fight back tears all I hear in the back of my
head are the accusations. For years they blamed me. I try to fight back, to get them to understand it wasn't me. I couldn't help it was so dark, I
couldn't help who she got in the car with, I tried and still couldn't save her in the end.
Sitting in my room playing Xbox like usual. I keep telling my girlfriend and sister I don't want to go to the party. Finally, they convince me. So I
get up and get dressed to impress. My girlfriend gives me that wink like it's going to be one hell of a night. Wouldn't you know it my sister's friend
comes over making it four of us. Who is riding with who is discussed. My girlfriend and sister in my girlfriend's all red drop top mustang. My
sister's friend and I in my beat up Honda Accord. Let's ride out.
We leave. My car picking up the side street to lead the mustang to our destination. We cruise down the avenue the mustang in tow. Streetlamps flashing
by. We pass the railroad tracks and head down the two-way in the swamp. No streetlamps here. Pacing at a cool sixty it gets a little bumpy as always.
I glance in my rearview to see how far back the mustang is and it happens. All of a sudden the mustang swerves off the road into the swamp. Swamp mud
grips the tire like a glove and acts as a brake. No more headlights.
I slam my brakes and do a one-eighty through the deserted street and into the other lane. I aim my headlights for where I seen them run off at. I
scream to my passenger to call 911. I jump in. The mud grips me make every strive a challenge. I finally get water up to my lips. I'm stuck. I'm
drowning. The firefighters are pulling me out now while I fight them to get to the car. I am carried back. Not to any kind of comfort. I am thrown in
front of state troopers. I am giving a DUI test. I pass. They check my car to see if I ran them off the road I pass. They try to get me admit to
trying to hurt them I pass.
My sister is finally pulled out. Mud dripping across her face. As they try to blow life into her her head lolls to the side and her eyes remain on me.
They are unable to bring any of them back. I try to come to terms with myself. All I can do is cry.
I am still accused by family members of killing my baby sister and my girlfriend. They tell me either I ran them off the road or wasn't strong enough
to save them when I jumped in. It has gotten to the point where I think screw it and just pour another glass.
One year the day I lost my sister. One year to the day I lost my girlfriend. One year to the day I became a failure. One year to the day I became an
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