Some things are just not easy to explain.
I really couldn't explain this, as I sat trembling on the street, waiting for help. My head was pounding, and I was dizzy and nauseous and I really just wanted to die which was ironic because I had the chance and I escaped it.
I was selfish and I escaped Death. I was selfish and I would be forced to live with it. I didn't know what was to happen, but I did know nothing good would soon follow all the mistakes I had made tonight.
"Sir, have you been drinking tonight?" My heart lurched, and I jumped up, glancing around, but there wasn't anyone there. Not yet anyways. For the moment, I was just being paranoid.
I swallowed hard though, and in the distance I could hear the sirens, and suddenly I was inhaling and exhaling in a panicked fashion. I couldn't do this; I couldn't stay here. I would be arrested. I would go to prison. I had to leave. I had to run. I had to get home. I couldn't be seen.
I think I was crying as I pulled out my wand. "I can't do this, I can't be here, take me now safely to my room!" I cried. In a flash, I was standing in my dark bedroom, in the middle of the room.
The house was silent, so silent that it hurt. It was three in the morning, so of course everyone by now was asleep. I should be asleep. Instead, I was shaking hard, and I still had no explanation for anything I had done. I was Justin Russo; I never did anything that didn't contribute to my future title of valedictorian. I never did anything that I knew I would regret.
Except for tonight. Tonight, I did everything wrong, and I would regret every moment from now on.