Your Personal Band-Aid

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
James had had a little too much to drink one night but still tried to drive home. He gets in an accident which changes his life and himself forever.

Submitted: May 08, 2009

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Submitted: May 08, 2009



James was drunk! Not just drunk though, but over the top, seriously obnoxious, drunk. He was built like a football player, which is probably why he was captain of the football team. After winning a game against their rivals, the Grizzlies, the team decided to go out and celebrate. By two in the morning, James had finished his eighth beer and was starting another.

As he wandered around the house, he saw one of the girls from school standing alone in the corner, sipping a coke. Walking over, James elbowed her.

“Hey there! I’m James” His words were slurred and he had to lean against the wall for support. “What ya drinking pop for? We’re at a party!”

Glancing up, the girl brushed some of the stray blonde hair out of her face.

“Hey, I’m Adelaide. I told my parents I wouldn’t be drinking this party. Besides, I have to walk home and would rather not get lost.”
“Here have some of mine!”

In his attempt to give the blonde some of his beer, James spilt half the bottles contents on her shirt.


He mumbled as he took another sip of the remaining drink and ran his hand through his dark brown hair.

“What the… thanks a lot. Now I have to go home and change!” Shaking her head and glaring at James with her now icy blue eyes, Adelaide headed towards the front door.

“Don’t you want a ride?” James called after her.

“No thanks. Besides you shouldn’t be driving anyways!”

Watching the door shut behind her, James shrugged and finished his beer. Burping loudly, he looked for someone else to talk to.

In five minutes, James was found on the bathroom floor, reeking of vomit. The guy who owned the house was not in the best mood since fights were starting to break out and he just kicked James out into the cool night. After finding his truck and struggling to get it started, James started heading home. No one noticed this super drunk guy drive away. And if they did, were any of them really sober enough to try and stop him?

As he drove, James did not see any other vehicles as most people were fast asleep in their homes. Getting drowsy from all the alcohol, he started to drift in and out of consciousness, almost hitting the ditch several times.

James was almost home when his good luck ran out. As he re-opened his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time, the headlights from his truck lit up the face of a blonde girl walking next to the road and then…nothing.

The most vivid image that I have of that night is how Adelaide, seconds before I hit her, opened her mouth in shock, and I swear I heard her scream my name.


The rest of the night is pretty much a blur; the pain from slamming my head on the steering wheel as I hit Adelaide then the ditch, the flashing lights of the police and ambulance and hands pulling my bleeding body from my truck. After that, all I remember is waking up in the hospital and seeing my mom asleep in a chair, tear stains on her cheeks.

Two days later, I was walking out of the hospital with a bright white cast on my arm and a sick feeling in my stomach.

Adelaide was dead.
I didn’t want to go back to school, but mom was making me go. She understood that I hadn’t wanted to go to the funeral. She had also understood that I didn’t want to go back so soon. But now she was getting sick of me moping around the house.

“I don’t care James. It has been two months since the accident and you are going to have to face everyone eventually.”

“But why now?”

I mumbled as, defeated, I walked upstairs to get ready.

My arm had healed after six weeks and the cast was taken off, still white and un-signed. Seemed when the reason for a cast was because you were driving drunk and killed a girl, no one wants to sign it. Not that I really talked to anyone since the accident.

After lots of yelling from my mom to get moving, I was headed out the door but was soon stopped by her.

“Please. Do you think I’m going to let you walk to school? You’d never show up. Get in the car James.”

Sighing, I opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Another thing I haven’t been able to do since the accident was drive. My licence had been taken away. Yet I doubt I would have wanted to drive anyways.

As we pulled up to the school, several students shot glances at me, instantly turning away when I caught their eye. I almost puked.

“Mom, please don’t make me do this. I can’t face them…not now. Not ever.”

My mom wasn’t a mean person nor very strict but she just shook her head sadly.

“I’m sorry James.” She said as she leaned over and opened my door.

Getting out, I walked hurriedly to the front entrance but not quick enough to be invisible. Everyone looked at me and, though they tried to whisper, I still caught bits of conversations.

“Can’t believe he did that...”

“Used to be captain of the football team…”

“Kicked off by his own team…”

I sat down in a front seat in English class, on the verge of puking what little I had eaten for breakfast. Even I couldn’t believe what had happened.

All day, the same thought went through my head and I’m sure it went through everyone else’s as well. Why? Sometimes when I wake up, I think it had all been just a terrible nightmare and I relax. A split second later though, her face pops back in my head and I hear her scream my name, over and over again, until I’m left clutching my head in agony.

Last class came so slowly and I couldn’t wait for the sweet sound of the bell to tell me this punishment was over for the day. The teacher came in but instead of getting right to work, she told us that we had a new student. As the new girl walked in, I almost fainted.

Her name was Adeline, and she could almost have been Adelaide’s twin. She had dark hair and green eyes though but her hair was the same style as Adelaide and the way she looked at you was just like the other girl. I rolled by eyes, wondering what else was in store for me.

Seriously? I asked myself. How much more alike could their name’s get without being the same?

The only empty seat was in the back, next to me and I sighed. Adeline looked at me curiously and I almost lost it on her. The moment that bell rang, I was out of there.

I ran out the front entrance, bumping into people on my way out, not even bothering to apologize when I knocked a pile of books out of someone’s arms. My mom was waiting for me and as soon as the door shut behind me, I screamed at her to go.

It seemed as though it took us forever to get home but when I glanced at the clock in my room, it had only been ten minutes. I collapsed onto my bed and cried out in agony. I faintly heard mom knock on my door but I ignored it, and soon was fast asleep.
I opened the door of my room and found Adeline standing in the hallway.
“Hello James.” She said coolly, pushing me back as she walked in. I felt my legs give way and I fell on the floor and stared at her, scared. Suddenly, her long brown hair turned blonde and her forest green eyes became the icy blue I had tried so hard to forget. She was no longer Adeline. She was Adelaide. “So we meet again.” Adelaide whispered as she took another step towards me.
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. It was just a dream, I told myself over and over again until I had finally calmed down enough to go downstairs. My mom watched me closely all through supper but did not ask me what was wrong. She knew what I would say.
A month went by of me ignoring Adeline as much as I could, which was harder to do than you’d think. She was in all my classes and even though she soon knew what I had done, she still seemed to take an interest in me. One afternoon, she finally had me cornered.

I was walking out of the school and headed to the parking lot to get my bike when I saw Adeline sitting on it. I froze in my tracks, but I kept walking to my bike, hoping she would leave before I got there. She didn’t.

“Hello James.”

I nodded towards her as she got off my bike. She walked next to me the whole time I walked my bike back to my house; I didn’t have the strength to ride it.

“I know you’ve been ignoring me. Why?” She asked me this question just as I got to the front gate of my house. I don’t know what I was thinking but suddenly I broke down and, sitting on the cold sidewalk, I told her.

“Because you’re just like her. Every time you walk by, I don’t see you, I see Adelaide.”

She nodded as though she had already known why and she sat down next to me. I looked at her and quickly turned away when I started seeing Adelaide again.

“I know it’s tough for you, James. To look at me and have the pain and images come back to you. Its like a band-aid. Every time you look at the band-aid, you remember what’s underneath it and it hurts you to remember. But at the same time, you know that you are healing. It’s time for you to start healing James. And I'll be your personal band-aid.”

As she took my hand in hers, I looked at her again, and for once I saw the real person there. She didn’t really look like Adelaide, except for the style of her hair. We sat there for a long time, in complete silence, and I could feel the heavy weight that I had been carrying around for the last three months, slowly leave me.

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