I smile to myself as I eat my pizza in the car. Harry's so cute. Stop, I tell myself. You have- Oh right. I don't have a boyfriend.
I start crying again.
So I sat there, eating pizza and crying, and I realized what a loser I was.
Unfortunately, that only made me cry harder.
I decide to call it a night. I hit the gas pedal and my car lurches forward. I turn on the radio and the worst possible song that could come on at that moment came on.
All by myself
Don't wanna be
All by myself
Anymore
I start crying and singing along to the song.
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And loves distant and obscure
Remains the cure
My phone buzzes and I look down. It's a text from Charlotte.
Prom over. sucked w/o u :(
I smile and look back up. My eyes go wide. There, in my headlights, is a dimple-faced, curly haired boy walking across the street. He throws his hands up and I hit the brake. But not soon enough. I hear the squealing sound of rubber, a thump, and I scream Harry falls to the side, rolling into the ditch.
I unbuckle and jump out of my car.
"HarryohmygodHarryimsosorry-" I stop when I get to him. His eyes are closed and his neck is bent at a sickening angle. I sink to my knees and start crying.
What have I done? Is he dead?
Check for breathing, my mind tells me.
I lay my head down on his chest. If he was breathing, I don't know. I couldn't tell. I lay there for I don't know how long, crying and apologizing, and I finally realize that I should probably call someone.
I turn on my phone and manage to type 911. I let out a shaky breath. I look back down at Harry lying there in the grass. If it wasn't for his neck I would've thought he was sleeping.
"Hello, 911 what's your emergency?" A lady says at the other end.
I burst into tears again.
"Can you speak?" The lady asks. She must get this all the time.
"Yes, um," I go over the steps to calling 911 in my head. "My name is Abigail Tomlinson. I- this boy is passed out unconscious. His neck is at a weird angle, um," I start crying again.
"Where are you?" She asks.
"Outside of PizzaHut in Cheshire," I manage to say.
"Ok, we'll be there as soon as we can," she says and I hang up.
I look back down at Harry lying down in the grass.
"I'm sorry Harry, I truly am. I said those things about you because I thought it would make me feel better but it didn't. I'm sorry. I- You were right about me. I didn't want to say those things," I choke back tears. "The truth is, I love you're hair," I laugh as I brush it back from his face. "And you're eyes, they're beautiful. And your dimples, I think they're really cute," I blush, even though I know he can't hear me. I lean down and kiss his forehead.
I hear the wailing of the ambulance siren and I sit up and wipe my eyes. Some paramedics jump out and rush over.
"It's okay, sweetie. We'll take this from here," the woman says.
"Do you know how this happened?" Someone asks me.
I hit him with my car.
I shake my head. I do know, but if I say I'll start crying again. I try to breathe as they load him into the stretcher.
I want to stay with him.
"Can- can I ride with him?" I ask the woman.
"Are you family?" She asks.
"N- no, but I- I'm a... Friend," I stutter.
She nods.
"Get in."
I climb in the van and look at Harry. He looks is peaceful, laying there.
I take his hand and I turn on my phone to check the time.
It's 11:11.
I chuckle, remembering how when I was younger I used to wish at 11:11.
"I wish I could fix everything," I whisper. Then I close my eyes and go to sleep
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Y'all are probably gonna hate me now. I'm sorry. I just about cried while writing this. Maybe things will get better, maybe they won't ;) Have a nice day!!
