Emotional

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TW: blood, character death, car crash, drunk driving

May was lying on her bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about that day. She felt a tear fall from her eye and down her cheek. She sat up and walked over to her vanity and looked at herself, then at the pictures that were haphazardly put up around the mirror. They were pictures of herself and another girl. She took a photo in her hand and looked at the girl that was beside her. she smiled sadly and moved to her bathroom, where she splashed her face with cold water. she looked at herself. her messy hair, her sunken eyes and eyebags, her eyes were a more faded color than her usual lively honey-yellow eyes. She was pale and dehydrated. I need to take care of myself more often, she thought as she ran a brush through her hair. She sets down the brush and goes to grab a bottle of water. She looked outside, bottle in hand, and watched the leaves on the trees blow in the wind. before she knew it, her mind wandered back to the 'accident.'

~flashback~
May was sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window, watching trees pass. she looked over at her girlfriend in the driver's seat, and held her free hand. she continued to look out the window, listening to the engines quietly whir. May looked forward just in time to see a drunk driver go into the lane and speed into the car. May was curled into a ball on the seat as the car hit them, arms stinging as he protected her head from shattered glass. she began to hyperventilate. She heard sirens and felt herself being pulled out of the vehicle. That was when she looked back inside the car. First she saw the blood. then the glass, the loose metal. Then she saw her girlfriend. sitting there covered in blood. May screamed her girlfriend's name, tears streaming down her face. two paramedics put her on a stretcher and wheeled her into an ambulance as she sobbed. she overheard one paramedic telling the other that her girlfriend didn't make it. she began to sob more, before passing out.
~end of flashback~

she realized tears were streaming down her face. She quickly wiped her face on her sleeve and went to her computer. Writing was May's way of coping. She couldn't deal with her girlfriend's death, so she wrote stories to distract herself from the memories. hours passed and she got up to get cereal.