Backseat
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: FINALLY! A REAL ONESHOT! I started writing this.. then lost it. So im happy its in my position again!
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That moment, where everything seems to just shatter, and you just feel like... you feel like your never going to be able to get your life out of the ditch created by this event. You just sit there... staring at that damn piece of granite blankly. It takes all your will power not to throw a rock at it and burst into tears. His name bluntly carved into it. God. That one damn car. That one damn road. If I had my car still, and I were to drive down that road? I would sit there. And wait. And just relive that night over and over again.
They always crack jokes about getting busy in the back of the car. But no one ever jokes about what will happen if you do that. No one imagines a scene such as the one we created. Condoms littering a dashboard with crushed blue cans lying on the floor, unpleasant aromas wafting from the amber liquid spilling onto my carpet. The taste of salt in my mouth as some man sits there taking it all. Taking more as I stop to sip more gold.
My boyfriends outside. Yet I ignore that fact. Hes at that party, the usual lame after homecoming party. Waiting for me. But Im so drunk, so high, that I dont even know who it is that is taking everything from me.
I dont notice as someone knocks on my car window. I dont notice Shane saying my name desperately. Trying to make sure im okay.
And suddenly, as Im sitting there in one of the worst circumstances of my life. Shane doesnt even notice what happens. And a car baking out hits him. Hits my car. Crushes it. But I dont die. For some odd reason, I didnt die.
I should have.
Im under the backseat half naked. The big loser that I was in there with gets crushed under the metal.
And Shane is gone.
Sometimes at night, when I relive that night threw my head it seems worse than a horror film.
I add in all the dirty details that never happened.
Shanes blood smashed against the window, bones stuck through the glass. His body imprinted into my car.
But then, there is that one terrible moment that is always accurate and real in the dreams.
The moment where I simply gave up. And laid under the backseat sobbing.
Everything. Everything that may have been my future was gone.
And now. Now Im alone.
Waiting for someone to kill me off.
All good things come to those who wait. So it should only be a matter of time before karma takes a turn.
And takes from me what I took from him.