My last memories of Marie were all beautiful,she was happy ,that may have been because she was drunk but none the less she was-truly-happy.
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It was a Friday night, Allen was throwing a party, and of course it being Allen it was huge. Thinking about it huge doesn't cover it; jocks,preps, pot heads, geeks, and the neutrals (being us,you don't seem to fit in one " group ") were all over his estate, living room, yard, kitchen, and the back yard.
Everyone was having fun and being who they were when all hell broke loose. The cops got there. Mrs.Paxton the lady next door, called in a noise complaint , when the cops arrived everyone dashed including me. People scattered everywhere until no one was left. I spotted Marie giggling and laughing against some guy and knowing her it would end with a newborn.
I turned around and ran for her hoping that I'd seen them before Allen did. No such luck we got to her at the same time and Marie flipped out, she ran into the street hoping to dodge the lengthy lecture from her brother.
As she glanced back to see where Allen was a car came speeding towards her, in that split second she was flying in the opposite direction. Do you know what the sound of a cracking skull sounds like? Cause I sure do, it's the sound that still wakes me up at night. That sound makes me wish it were me instead of her ,at least that way no one would have cared.
"Stef, you there?" I heard a voice say. "Holy whit Stef you okay." Those were the last words I heard before I blacked out.
