Tommy remembered that the night before he had gone out and taken the car- SHIT! Did his parents know about that? He thought he was still in bed, so he stretched and opened his eyes-to find that he was in a blindingly white hospital room. Dil and his Mom and Dad sat in various chairs around the room. looking somber and silent. Dil's face was red and tear stained. "Dil? Mom? Dad?" Tommy's voice was hoarse and croaked badly-and ugh! What WAS that taste in his mouth? he also realized his stomach was upset and he had a headache. Tommy began feeling a bit scared. Why was he in the hospital? Why did everybody look so sad? What was wrong with him?
His father lifted his head when he heard Tommy's words, and immediately rushed over to his son's bedside. "THOMAS PICKLES! What in the HELL were you thinking?!?!?!" he screamed, grabbing Tommy's shoulders. "Ow! Dad! Quit it!" Protested Tommy. "It serves you right! What the fuck were you thinking?" Didi ran over and grabbed Stu. "Stop it, Stu! Can't you see you're hurting him!" Tommy paid no attention to the shouting match between his parents; he simply looked at Dil, slumped in a chair, occaisonally fearfully glancing at him. Dil...his brother...afraid of him? What HAD he done?
Suddenly, his mom looked over at him. "Tommy, do you know what you did?" Tommy shook his head, no, but suddenly, he closed his eyes and a whole rush of memories flooded upon him...
Tommy remembered he was in a car. Likely his parents' car, he mused. It was all so foggy...unclear... But it wasn't as if he saw it all through his eyes. Like he was watching it as a spectator on some obscure TV show... Everything suddenly came into brilliant focus, and Tommy saw himself, without his shirt...where was his shirt? And his pants were unbuckled, unzipped, barely up. Suddenly, Tommy watched in horror as he approached the intersection, and didn't stop at the red light! Another car went through the intersection, and they crashed head-on! Suddenly, Tommy couldn't see himself in the car. He was on the street. Bloody, bruised, with gravel covering his side and back...he had been thrown from his car...why didn't he wear his seatbelt? Two policeman were kneeling over the wreck, talking. "Yeah, this is the kid who caused all this shit... Tommy Pickles, so says his ID. No driver's liscense. He's only sixteen. Damn, I hate it when these kids do that!" The other policeman said, "Help is coming for this kid in a minute. Bet he's gonna be just fine. Fucking kid, too young to even drive and he goes out, gets drunk, and manages to kill four girls."
Tommy zoomed back to reality, feeling horribly ill. He was drunk? He hadn't drank any beer or anything... And he killed four people? He murdered them? The punch! It must have been spiked or something... And now his family hated him, and his brother was afaid of him? "I'm sorry," Tommy whispered. "I honestly didn't know..." Stu gritted his teeth. "You damn well didn't know! You didn't know ANYTHING!" "STU!" yelled Didi. "What, Didi! He deserves it!" "Who'd I kill?" "What?" Didi and Stu looked back at their son. "What?" "Who did I kill?" Stu gritted his teeth and started to answer, but Didi hushed him. "Their names were Sarah, Jennifer, Ashley, and Tina. They were all honor roll students...with bright futures..." Tommy felt like he'd been slapped in the face WHAT HAD HE DONE?
His father lifted his head when he heard Tommy's words, and immediately rushed over to his son's bedside. "THOMAS PICKLES! What in the HELL were you thinking?!?!?!" he screamed, grabbing Tommy's shoulders. "Ow! Dad! Quit it!" Protested Tommy. "It serves you right! What the fuck were you thinking?" Didi ran over and grabbed Stu. "Stop it, Stu! Can't you see you're hurting him!" Tommy paid no attention to the shouting match between his parents; he simply looked at Dil, slumped in a chair, occaisonally fearfully glancing at him. Dil...his brother...afraid of him? What HAD he done?
Suddenly, his mom looked over at him. "Tommy, do you know what you did?" Tommy shook his head, no, but suddenly, he closed his eyes and a whole rush of memories flooded upon him...
Tommy remembered he was in a car. Likely his parents' car, he mused. It was all so foggy...unclear... But it wasn't as if he saw it all through his eyes. Like he was watching it as a spectator on some obscure TV show... Everything suddenly came into brilliant focus, and Tommy saw himself, without his shirt...where was his shirt? And his pants were unbuckled, unzipped, barely up. Suddenly, Tommy watched in horror as he approached the intersection, and didn't stop at the red light! Another car went through the intersection, and they crashed head-on! Suddenly, Tommy couldn't see himself in the car. He was on the street. Bloody, bruised, with gravel covering his side and back...he had been thrown from his car...why didn't he wear his seatbelt? Two policeman were kneeling over the wreck, talking. "Yeah, this is the kid who caused all this shit... Tommy Pickles, so says his ID. No driver's liscense. He's only sixteen. Damn, I hate it when these kids do that!" The other policeman said, "Help is coming for this kid in a minute. Bet he's gonna be just fine. Fucking kid, too young to even drive and he goes out, gets drunk, and manages to kill four girls."
Tommy zoomed back to reality, feeling horribly ill. He was drunk? He hadn't drank any beer or anything... And he killed four people? He murdered them? The punch! It must have been spiked or something... And now his family hated him, and his brother was afaid of him? "I'm sorry," Tommy whispered. "I honestly didn't know..." Stu gritted his teeth. "You damn well didn't know! You didn't know ANYTHING!" "STU!" yelled Didi. "What, Didi! He deserves it!" "Who'd I kill?" "What?" Didi and Stu looked back at their son. "What?" "Who did I kill?" Stu gritted his teeth and started to answer, but Didi hushed him. "Their names were Sarah, Jennifer, Ashley, and Tina. They were all honor roll students...with bright futures..." Tommy felt like he'd been slapped in the face WHAT HAD HE DONE?