It's over now

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

So, yeah. I was bored. Not a lot of relations here. And yes, this is my stupid crappy depiction of a teenage girl wrecking a car and dying. -.-

  I read the words on my screen carefully, slowly, painfully.  Every time her name appeared, I stifled a cry.  I felt like dying, because I already was, on the inside.  I slammed my fist down onto the desk.

  A little part of me told me, "Screw this.  You're better than this."  But I couldn't bring myself to believe that.  I just couldn't.

  I knew that it would never work out, ever.  He was just...unavailable.  And I wasn't the kind of person to steal someone else's guy.  I just...well, I kind of wished I was.

  I couldn't even read this anymore.  I slammed the lid of my laptop closed, not caring what kind of damage it did.  I was too upset.  Upset at the world, upset at him...upset at me.

  I had never even felt that way before, about anyone.  And now...well, I could throw everything out the window.  Things had gotten so screwed up, so tangled...

  He was the guy I really never should have fallen for.  He was a pushover, a jerk, he never let any drama slip past him...but I wanted him to be mine, however strange or wrong.  And now...well, screw this.

  I pulled my dresser open and yanked out a thick book.  Rifling through the pages, I found a photo of him and I standing on a swingset near our high school.  We were both smiling.  I remembered when this photo had been taken.  Nothing had happened yet, we were friends...and I thought that was all I'd ever think of him as.

  I tore the photo out of the book.  Ripping it up into little pieces was difficult for me to do, but I kept it up.  I liked the pain it made me feel.  The sense of power.  The sense of control.

  Sitting down in my chair, I stared into the garbage bin.  Little white pieces of paper lay scattered inside of it, and I laughed.  Almost maniacally.  But at that moment, I really didn't care...

  I sat there for about ten minutes, saying nothing, thinking nothing.  Just laughing like a psycotic mental patient.

  Then something inside of me clicked.  I realized that I didn't need him, or any of them.  I could just live life better without them.

  I got up and left my room.  I walked all the way down the stairs and grabbed my coat.  Slipping on my leather boots, I walked out into the garage without even telling anyone where I was going.

  Truth was, I didn't even know where I was going.  I just got into my sportscar and drove.  I drove as fast as I could, out of my neighborhood, and onto the main road. 

  I drove for a while, not knowing where I was.  Eventually I ended up near a grassy field somewhere near the highway.  I saw rain starting to pound on my windshield.  I turned the wipers on.

  Tears fell out of my eyes as I slammed on the brakes.  I thought the car would slow down...but it didn't.

  I heard the rubber of the tires squeal on the pavement.  My Audi started to spin in circles, making me dizzy and scaring me half to death.  Then, it happened.

  The front of the car hit a tall maple tree, and I was thrown forward, my seatbelt useless.  The airbags deployed, helping to stop me from flying right through the glass, but I still hit the roof hard.

  I knew I was gone the moment my body hit the seat.  I couldn't use my arms or my legs, and my neck felt...different.  Death was coming, and I knew it.

  I got the text literally two seconds before I passed out.  As my eyes started to close, my iPhone buzzed on the seat next to me.  I could see the screen, and I looked over.  It was from...him.

  Hey, call me.  Can we talk?

  That was the last thing I ever saw.  Then I blacked out, the world dissapearing around me, and all of my emotions going with it.


Submitted: November 14, 2010

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janedoe97

HOLY $*#!?! WOAHHH. WOAH. I kind of just fell in love with this. no big deal or anything.

Sun, November 14th, 2010 6:48pm

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K, thanks! :)
I thought it was good. Read ur DMs, I told u there:P

P.S. Ur comments make my LIFE. You know, just saying. :P

Sun, November 14th, 2010 10:51am

SerenaDicicco

THAT WAS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sucks for the guy though. He didn't even know what he did. Poor chick. But that's why you DON'T DRIVE WHEN YOUR PISSED AND ITS RAINING. Once again, you never fail to amaze with your incredible stories. Did you hear, Kelsey's getting an account 2morrow?!! (i think its 2morrow :S ) My goal is 2 be the first to comment!!! :P

Mon, November 15th, 2010 2:38pm

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KELSEY'S GETTING AN ACCOUNT?!
AWESOME!!!
But yeah, thanks. And yeah, don't cry and drive. ;)

Mon, November 15th, 2010 7:41am

SarahAmyMcNeil

OH HEY.
If I say it's not anyone, It's NOT anyone!!!

Wed, November 17th, 2010 6:11pm

AmandaJean

sure

Thu, November 18th, 2010 8:02pm

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Omfg, sure WHAT?!

Thu, November 18th, 2010 10:02pm

photographer97

WOW, FUNNY, im writing a story about a guy who gets a car........ AND WRECKS IT!! wow, wierd, but good story though.

btw, i wrote my story b4 i read urs...
:P

Sat, November 20th, 2010 2:49pm

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Aw, thx:)
And lol, that's wierd:P

Sat, November 20th, 2010 10:28am

photographer97

and btw, when i said "funny", i didn't mean the story. :P

Sat, November 20th, 2010 2:53pm

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Yes, I know, who would think my story was funny? :)

Sat, November 20th, 2010 10:28am

SimplexRose

wow I loved it, and if I could drive I'd might have been in that situation once.. It's so relatable!

Fri, December 3rd, 2010 9:41pm

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Thanks! I tried to make it as realistic as possible.

Fri, December 3rd, 2010 11:04pm

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