Chapter 1: The Butterfly
Rick threw our cups and wrappers out the window as I sped off the parking lot.
"Hope I wont have to give you a ticket for that".
"Eat me." He replied through his knuckles as he rested his elbow next to the window.
I just raised an eyebrow and looked him over, he was putting up a good front but I could see just how much he was hurting, Lori had been flying off the handle over every little thing lately, personally I feel that shes just looking for an excuse to get a divorce, it hurts seeing how much of a tole the fights are having on Rick, he was always the quiet sort, but lately he seems to be drowning himself in his own thoughts.
Ive tried everything I could think to pull him out of his head, but forcing a conversation only seems to make thinking up something to talk about all the more difficult and not to mention awkward.
In truth he probably knows where their relationships heading. Lori's taken Carl to see his grandmother, apparently shes been experiencing some fever, but is that really an excuse to have your boy skip school, sounds like shes even trying to put some distance between him and Carl. Strange, we're practically brothers but I just don't know how to help or even make him open up, when I'm like that he usually just brings up conversations about my- 'conquests', I suppose that makes him the better friend, or perhaps that just makes me shallow, hmm.
The Radio cracks to life breaking the uneasy silence. In hindsight I wished it had stayed silent, if only for a little longer.
"All unites be advised, the suspects have collided with a civilian vehicle, any casualties have yet to been confirmed, officers are to approach with caution."
Eventually we could see faint outlines of a vehicle surrounded by officers. Whatever happened seemed like the situation had settled.
How I wish that ride could have gone on for a bit longer.
"Holly shit, Rick. Is that your car?"
Rick had an expression of disbelief, like he wasn't sure what he was looking at could be real.
It was only after Shane stopped the car did the reality of situation set in. Ricks gaze settled on a soccer ball sticker in the back windshield, eventually everything but that sticker began to fade into black.
Shane yelled something to Rick, which was inaudible for him, he could only see his lips moving, but that to was soon forgotten. For Rick time was slowing to a halt and the only thing that existed in the world was that sticker, he wasn't even sure if he'd blinked the whole time, then again he wasn't sure how long he'd
been staring.
A loud boom jarred Rick from his trance.
I made my way out with my shotgun and looked back to Rick, he'd completely checked out, his eyes glazed over. I call for him to come out but he doesn't so much as blink, so I tell him its alright, everything is going to be alright.
Such empty words, like saying everything is going to be alright could actually make it okay.
I made my way towards the wreckage.
please forgive me if something shows up a little wonky or if my writing is terrible.
hopefully ill improve over time.
also, please tell me what you think so far perhaps you can help me improve as a writer and share this with a friend (be gentle T_T)
Your humble friend, Lock Scott (takes a bow).