A Careless Purgatory
A girl's best friend died right in front of her.....
Chapter 1. Crushed
"Skreee!"
Was all I could hear. I saw the headlights but still I wasn’t fast enough. I was right in the way; I couldn’t get out. "Jos…!" a horrid sound echoed, mingling with the first signs of inescapable fear. I was frozen as the lights came faster and bigger. Deep down was almost positive that I was gone even before I felt the drawing impact. My eyes wouldn’t work right, so I barely made out the overlapping figure.
Then I was hit. As expected. My bones were rattling as I hit the asphalt, and my head bounced off the rocky surface. Oddly I could still breathe though my crushed lungs. Blood pooled around my elbow. I could feel stiffened pain surge though me and fighting that restraint to stop breathing live. Terror collided with my fears creating hysteria. "I’m bleeding to death." My wordless thought endangered my sanity. Pressure pierced my chest. I could feel my whole body. Panic finally drove me to look about.
I saw the red painting my hands, soaking the back of my jeans and coloring my blue hoodie an unappealing dark purple.
Life blood. It had to be because there was so much of it. The rusty scent was making me nauseas; still It was continued coming, continued pouring.
"Uhhhg…" I heard the groggy death. I knew the voice. Gosh I knew it. I wanted so bad to wrong. I would rather truly die that instant than be right.
My eyes saw the truth.
Close enough to grasp was Ryan.
He was suddenly in my arms, Barricaded in me. I didn’t care if I hurt him more. I had to be reassured. It was stupidly modest what he just did for me…
It would cost him, and it would.
"Jos…" I could scarcely understand Ryan’s words from under my grasping arms. "I’m sorry, I-I’m." his struggle to speak petrified me. "Why." I started accusing him. My life would never be perfect and it was his fault. He could live without me but I’d trash everything without him. He was a necessity, home, security. "Why did you?" I echoed myself. I caressed his bloody face tenderly. He deserved more than my anger filled sadness. "Jos I…" He sighed; and never got his breath back again.
I was on the edge waiting for him to finish.
When he didn’t, I started sniffing loudly. I huddled him, careful not to cover his mouth in case he spoke. I knew that he wouldn’t, but my child intertie sank in.
People tried gently pull away from him, trying to separate us. I wouldn’t let them. They held my shoulder still I reliantly shrugged it off viciously.
I rocked with a limp form in my lap. It felt empty, like a useless doll shell.
I was numb.
I might as well been the one who died.
Ryan passed away on Monday, august 24, -roughly 7:15, 2007.
"Skreee!"
Was all I could hear. I saw the headlights but still I wasn’t fast enough. I was right in the way; I couldn’t get out. "Jos…!" a horrid sound echoed, mingling with the first signs of inescapable fear. I was frozen as the lights came faster and bigger. Deep down was almost positive that I was gone even before I felt the drawing impact. My eyes wouldn’t work right, so I barely made out the overlapping figure.
Then I was hit. As expected. My bones were rattling as I hit the asphalt, and my head bounced off the rocky surface. Oddly I could still breathe though my crushed lungs. Blood pooled around my elbow. I could feel stiffened pain surge though me and fighting that restraint to stop breathing live. Terror collided with my fears creating hysteria. "I’m bleeding to death." My wordless thought endangered my sanity. Pressure pierced my chest. I could feel my whole body. Panic finally drove me to look about.
I saw the red painting my hands, soaking the back of my jeans and coloring my blue hoodie an unappealing dark purple.
Life blood. It had to be because there was so much of it. The rusty scent was making me nauseas; still It was continued coming, continued pouring.
"Uhhhg…" I heard the groggy death. I knew the voice. Gosh I knew it. I wanted so bad to wrong. I would rather truly die that instant than be right.
My eyes saw the truth.
Close enough to grasp was Ryan.
He was suddenly in my arms, Barricaded in me. I didn’t care if I hurt him more. I had to be reassured. It was stupidly modest what he just did for me…
It would cost him, and it would.
"Jos…" I could scarcely understand Ryan’s words from under my grasping arms. "I’m sorry, I-I’m." his struggle to speak petrified me. "Why." I started accusing him. My life would never be perfect and it was his fault. He could live without me but I’d trash everything without him. He was a necessity, home, security. "Why did you?" I echoed myself. I caressed his bloody face tenderly. He deserved more than my anger filled sadness. "Jos I…" He sighed; and never got his breath back again.
I was on the edge waiting for him to finish.
When he didn’t, I started sniffing loudly. I huddled him, careful not to cover his mouth in case he spoke. I knew that he wouldn’t, but my child intertie sank in.
People tried gently pull away from him, trying to separate us. I wouldn’t let them. They held my shoulder still I reliantly shrugged it off viciously.
I rocked with a limp form in my lap. It felt empty, like a useless doll shell.
I was numb.
I might as well been the one who died.
Ryan passed away on Monday, august 24, -roughly 7:15, 2007.
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