King's Habit

Accidents

Chapter 1

Don't wait until it's too late to tell someone how much you love and care for them. Because, one day, they'll be gone, and no matter how much you cry and scream for them, they will never be able to hear you.

I was on a ultimate high that day, and nothing could break me down, or so I thought. It was my eighteenth birthday, and I skipped school that day to go and check out a college with my family. "Mom, Dad! Are you ready? We're going to be late!" I shouted up the stairs to my extremely slow parents.

"We're coming!  One minute." I hear my Mom's squeaky voice call. I roll my eyes and grab my black Peat coat and slip my knee high boots on. I look in the mirror and fix my blond hair and apply a little more mascara to my bright blue eyes. I was so exited because I got to go on a tour of my dream college today. University Of Michigan. Now I know that I wasn't really setting my college goals high, but I didn't care, ever sense I was a little girl,  I had wanted to go there, and my decision never changed. "Ready Pumpkin?" My Dad asked me as he came down the stairs and put on his coat put on his coat.

"Yes I'm ready! I have only been ready for this my whole entire life!" I squeal at him while walking out the door. Everyone gets in and my Mom turns around and winks at me. 

"I'm exited for you Caprice." My Dad's voice rings out.

"Me too." I say with a small smile.

Over two hours later, I was in absolute heaven. I walked around the whole campus, saw all of the class rooms, and even got to sit in on a little bit of a class, and to add to all of that, I got a very hot tour guide. Let's just say that at the end of the tour, I was absolutely ecstatic to be going here in the fall. I couldn't believe it!

"How did you like it?" My Dad asks me as we are on the Highway going back home.

Dad, liking it is an extreme understatement. "I absolutely loved it, thanks for bringing me, I love you guys." I pretty much squeal at him.

"Your welcome, and I love you too." He then turned around to flash me a smile. But that one smile cost me more in my life that I was willing to pay.

There was a loud horn and then glass flying everywhere. Pain shoots up my side and I close my eyes and let out an ear piercing scream. Their are loud tire squeals and the sound of crushing metal is over bearing. The whole thing couldn't of lasted for more then fifteen seconds. I open my eyes, but I can't see anything. Everything is buzzing and my head feels like it has been repeatedly bashed with a metal baseball bat. The side of my body feels numb, but you could feel warm liquid running down my side.

I faintly hear screams and car doors slamming shut , followed my running footsteps, but I can't really grasp anything. A numb feeling has overcome my body, and I start to feel warm. I close my eyes, and I hear people yelling protests to that, but I don't care what these people want me to do. All I want to feel is peace.

I feel electricity shoot through my body, and my chest is lifted. But then the numb comes back, then the electricity again, and this time, the numb doesen't come back like I was hoping it would. I recognize that I am now moving, but not on my own accord. I try to open my eye's to see what is happening, but it's like they are glued shut, and the more I try, the more tired I get. So, once again I fall into sweet oblivion.

That was the day that I lost everything important in my life. I lost my family, and I had nowhere else to go, and no one else to fall back on. I was able to leave the hospital two months later, because in the crash, I pretty much broke the right side of my body, and had to learn to function again, which was horrible. I hated those teachers so much, because all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry for my loss. But during the day I couldn't do that because of their damn re-abillitation classes! But during the nights I would cry so hard that I would have migraines by the end, and I was nauseous. 

Eventually, I started to cope with it, but I knew that I would never be the same. By the time I left the hospital I was emotionally unattached to everyone. I became callous and cold, never talking about what happened, and quite frankly, never talking to anyone.

I soon became involved in the wrong things and the wrong people, and that is how I find my self homeless, broke in more ways then one, and living in Chi-Town, otherwise known as Chicago.