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I drove right into another car. Killing the family and myself. Children with lives ahead of them not knowing they should've said I love you, or stopped fighting in the instant, not getting the fact that they should've said... bye.
Screams, blood, dead bodies scattered. A small child with his neck snapped, so close to being dead. His eyes wide open staring into the stars while tears fill his eyes, not being able to move. They all think their last thoughts, "Good bye family... goodb.."
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That's what I dreamt about last night. It was a restless almost sleepless night. Feeling terrified and still unsure of what had happened I got up for school. It was all a blur what actually happened last night. Did I get drunk? Was I even at the house?
Then it hit me like a bus hits an innocent man on the street. As rushed to my TV tears filled my eyes and all I could say was no. I turned the TV on and flipped to channel 9. Oh god... why. Why did this happen? What I saw was the worst possible thing I could imagine. Two little boys, one baby, and a woman all laying in caskets. A man, who was in a wheelchair, was crying and holding the woman's hand. I did this. I know I did. There will be no way of taking this back. It's all on me.
I couldn't help it. All I did was cry. A 17 year old guy crying over the murder of a family.. that's not something you see everyday. I sat down and paused the TV on a picture of the one's I wronged. The mother of three children, two boys and a baby girl. The names sounded so unfamiliar to me.
Mother- Ann Relive
Husband- Markus Relive
1st son- Liam Relive
2nd son- Jason Relive
Baby- Amelia Relive
How could've I killed a family and not known about them, and where were they from. How did I know them. The names kept repeating in my mind but I couldn't connect the dots. Ann, Markus, Liam, Jason, and Amelia. Nothing.
As I stared at the paused TV, at the picture of blank pale faces of my victims, my thoughts changed from remorse to fear. Absolute and utter fear. Did they know? How am I still alive? Did I run away? Who saw this happen? Is my car still there? Do they know who I am, where I live, how old I am, and what I looked like? As I unpaused the TV the story continued.
"A reckless, and intoxicated young man hit the Relive family head on at 95 MPH killing two boys, one baby, and a woman. Seriously injuring a the man in the passenger seat."
Then when I looked closer I saw me. I saw my BODY lying on the ground. I saw my car.. I saw the damage, I saw everything. Now I listened closer to the information being given.
