I drove down a long narrow rode in the dark. Trees passed us by and the moonlight was streaming down the pavement. I had one drink in my hand and my other one barely on the wheel. I just got back from my girlfriend s house .or ex girlfriend now. I took her last batch of beer cans while she was yelling at me from across the room of her house. I had to do it. She was clingy, she got jealous, and all she did was talk about her ex boyfriend. I couldn t deal with it. Being girlfriend-less wasn t mutual, but it made me feel free. I don t know why I was drinking tonight. Maybe it was because I could finally do whatever the hell I wanted. My phone buzzed loudly in the passenger seat suddenly. I looked at the text number. It was her. She said she wanted to talk to me and for me to come back. I was not going to drive all the way back. I texted back saying it was too late for her to apologize. I barely watched the road and I kept dropping gulps of alcohol into my throat. My vision was already starting to blur and the colors started to swirl. I looked at the pavement which was turning into a grey color. I coughed and rolled my eyes back for a second to make sure I didn t fall asleep. I opened my eyes to see headlights in the distance. Maybe I should stop now and avoid an accident. Maybe I should step on the brake and let him figure out that I m drunk and can t drive. Maybe I should just jump out before it s too late. But my body didn t want to move. I couldn t think too quick about my decisions. I suddenly got another text from her. I turned my head for a second then looked at the road. Crumble. Glass breaking. Blood splattered. Head rolling. Screams louder than sirens. Girls on their knees, crying and dialing. Police! Police! They shouted. A wreck. A mess. A tragedy. A death. A life taken. Faces of the color blue. Nerves shaking. A text message reading I Love You.
