I'm sorry.
Sorry for everything.
Sorry for throwing away all that you have said to me.
Sorry for losing you when I lost myself.
I didn't mean to.
I really didn't.
If you knew the whole story, you'd be terribly disappointed.
But here's what happened.
The party I went to was fun for a while.
Everybody was dancing to the music, our coats were piled on the couch and that was a good resting lounge, man, it was the time of my life, until beer bottles were brought out.
I kept what you had said, about drugs losing your cool, and if you really wanted to be popular, you wouldn't go anywhere near a drug.
I wanted to go right then, your voice in the back of my head.
That voice was interfered with another voice, saying,
"One little sip won't hurt."
I pondered about that for a bit before agreeing.
What was the problem of taking just one little sip?
I grabbed a bottle and put the opening to my lips.
Before I could take a tiny sip, someone knocked into my arm and forced a tremendous amount of the beer down my throat.
Again, the tiny voice came back again, urging me to drink more.
I did, and I regret it.
I was terribly drunk after that, and I needed help.
At the moment, I was just starting my living nightmare.
The time flew by, very quickly, and pretty soon my watch said 12:06.
I said a quick goodbye, grabbed my coat and walked to my car.
Now I know that it was the biggest mistake of my life to sit in the drivers wheel, but as I said before, I didn't know the stake my life, and yours, was at.
One of the worst things was, I wasn't buckled up.
My car was swaying back and forth on the road, and it was hard to keep my eyes open, until I saw the headlights of another car heading right towards me.
I jerked the steering wheel to the right, but I just blocked the road.
That car hit mine, and I flew into the back seat.
I woke up in the hospital, and saw nurses rushing in and out of the room.
One of the nurses saw me and rushed to my side.
She gave me a glass of water and offered me a muffin, but I politely refused, and asked who was in the other car.
The nurse hung her head and sat in silence for a while, until muttering slowly who it was.
I didn't believe her, but she got me in a wheelchair and brought me to the man's room.
That man looked horrible, cuts and bruises every where.
Blood stained his hair, his eyes were closed and he was very pale.
I grabbed his cold hand, and slowly muttered my apologies.
Matt, dear brother, you didn't deserve to die by me.
I'm sorry.
This is SUPPOSED to be sad and depressing, and please do review. I really want to know what people think of it. No flames please, but any flames that I get will be used to keep me warm during the winter. ^_^