Selfish Acts

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The dangers of texting and driving :/

Submitted: August 10, 2012

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My eyes flicked up, checking on the road, the reflective paint of the centre line gleamed in the light of my headlights. My phoned buzzed in my hands, jarring against the steering wheel making me jump. I giggle at my jumpiness, the irregular sound of glee seeming to loud and alien in comparison the rhythmic thrumming of the engine. I stopped almost imminently and checked my messages, gripping the steering wheel firmly with my other hand. I kept my eyes glancing at the road, just in case any cops turned up and booked me for using my phone whilst drive. It’s not like it actually possess any threat! I can drive perfectly well while texting! There was no one else on the road so I glanced back at my phone. It was from Michel.

Hey Babe. We need to talk.

My throat instantly went dry. That was never a good line. In fact, it was absolutely the worst line to use in a relationship. My eyes didn’t leave the mobile as I fumbled to text him back.

???

I checked the road again, but only quickly, realising I had drifted slightly over to the other lane and jerked back to my lane. I put my phone on the dashboard, glancing at it every two to three seconds, hoping for a reply.

He can’t break up with me! I love him!

The seconds seemed to linger for hours and I stared at the phone for longer periods of time, taking my eyes off the road, when, finally it buzzed. I quickly lent over to snatch the phone up, needing to desperately see the reply, but the wheel jerked violently, throwing the car into the other lane.

Right in front of the oncoming car.

I didn’t even have time to scream when the car smashed into the side of mine, my head snapping hard into the window, breaking the glass and several shards of glass lodged themselves into my scalp. Then the car was rolling, and I was being jerked around the car, getting bashed into the dashboard and the roof. I tried to screamed, but the sound came out a gurgled chock when I bit my tongue, and blood pooled in my mouth from the gash in my tongue.

After and eternity of terror and tumbling, the car came to a stop and I slouched myself against the steering wheel, groaning and whimpering in pain. My leg was bent in a unnatural position and my left hand had a bone protruding from the skin, blood seemed to be gushing out everywhere. I fumbled for the door handle, and when I opened it, I fell onto the cold hard concrete, the small rocks of the road dug into the skin exposed. I glanced up, whipping away the blood from the cuts in my head to see the other car. A woman in the driver’s seat was screaming and shaking a smaller body in the passenger’s seat. I dully registered it was a young girl, a crown of bloodied blonde hair sprouted from her head, but she didn’t seem to be moving. The woman shook the child more violently, screaming at her to wake up. And that was the moment I realised the car was on fire. Realisation coursed through me and I tried to scream a warning at the woman, but it was too late.

The car exploded, engulfing the woman and the child in a fiery inferno.  


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