I could hear my blood pumping behind my ears. My adrenaline rush made me numb of the pain I should be filling. I couldn't believe it; my brother is dead and sitting in the driver's seat beside me.
Please get me out of this car, I can't breath. Oh my gawd. Andrew. I think he dead. Oh god no, please. I silently begged. I couldn't find my voice.
"Please Andrew, wake up." I croaked. Black dots blurred my vision. Everything went black.
2 months later…..
I opened my eyes and was blinded by white lights. My eyes dilated to the light in a matter of a couple of minutes.
"Bella." A voice rejoiced. "You scared us so bad, sweetie. I thought I lost you and Andrew. I didn't know what I was going to do. I can't live with out you both." My mom rambled. Andrew? Losing us both?
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice was coated with sleep.
"Don't you remember? The car accident? Andrew well. Sweetie. He's – he's-"She didn't finish. She didn't have to I was remembering it all, I wish I wasn't. Andrew was dead.
My mom held me close as we both sobbed. This is my entire fault. I shouldn't have got him to sneak out with me for my birthday.
"When is the funeral?" I questioned my mom.
"Honey the funeral was two months ago, you've been in a coma." She told me. "We thought you weren't going to wake up." She continued.
Something inside of me snapped. I broke in half. I missed my brother/best friend's funeral.
I feel so guilty.
Three weeks later…..
"Mom, I think I'm going to live with dad." I said.
"Why sweetie? I need you." She pleaded.
"I have to get out of here; it's too much for me. All I think about is Andrew and I feel so guilty all the time, I did this to our once happy family." I cried.
"We don't blame you. Bella, I need you please." She sobbed.
"You have Phil." I stated coldly. Why cant she see what being here is doing to me? I'm an alcoholic and pill popper. I know she has seen all the oxy cottons I stole from her, and hello, where's the vodka that is supposed to be in the freezer? And just like that, I left, and I'm not looking back.