Chapter 8

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          Today I have to talk to the cops about the events of that night. To say I was nervous was the biggest understatement. I was not nervous to get my punishment. I was nervous to say it out loud and hear everything that went wrong.
             I am taken out of my deep thoughts as a tall, male officer walks into my room.The officer in a very calm, and general voice says, "Good morning mam, I am going to ask a few questions about the events of that night. Please note you need to be honest." I take multiple deep breaths before I begin to answer his questions. After I answer his questions, he hands my mom a paper. The paper was my court date.
           Court date, wow.. I never thought I would have a court date for anything other than jury duty. Days had passed since I was questioned and as I spent everyday in the hospital bed, the more guilt and regret built up. I am being finally released from the hospital just in time for Taylor and Abby's funeral.
            Two funerals within a week. Both funerals went as expected, we say nice things, cry, eat then leave. I could not help but feel it should be my funeral, after all I am to blame for this mess. Both my parents and brother seem to be treating me like I would break any second. Truth be told that is how I felt but I wouldn't break, I could not afford to break. Me and Alex visit their graves every Sunday, and we go see Celeste in the hospital praying she wakes up. Alex's court date is coming up in a few weeks and mine not too long after that. It is safe to say we both knew there was no happy outcome in this situation.
          People always say, " all mistakes have consequences." Boy was that true. It was only a matter of time before the consequences for my mistakes catch up to me.

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