Her

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Staring at the traffic lights, I reminisce about the past year, still bewildered that the year is coming to an end. These memories are all messy, from quality memories to dreadful reminders. I’ve lost everything this year, most of my friends, my patience, my parents, and even myself. Thinking back on it all hurts, especially when it could’ve been avoided.

“Miss? Is the next turn right on melody drive?” my taxi driver says, interrupting my train of thought.

“Oh, yes, I’m sorry if I didn’t answer right away, I was preoccupied”.

“Don’t worry about it, I wouldn’t want to get you lost on new years eve!” I laughed secretly wishing we were lost and I wouldn’t have to go to this dumb party. Going back into my memories, I think of how my only friend left, Ivy, invited me so I could “get out of the house for once”, as per usual. 

Ivy and I have been friends since college, we met when I was a junior and she was a sophomore. We’ve never been genuinely close friends but her presence makes me feel a minuscule bit better than how I feel alone. Sometimes, my heart feels so hollow I forget she's the one person that has supported me throughout the past 2 years. I just have to put aside my problems and think about how happy this will make her. 

I see so many trees lit up in the park, everyone holding some sort of concoction in red cups, and a DJ blasting loud hits. Just the sight of all of these people makes me shudder. Suddenly the taxi driver swerves to the left quickly while screaming, “These goddamn drunk drivers”, I hear a loud ‘BAM’ while my head snaps forward quickly and recoils back. Everything goes black and all I hear is the shattering of glass.

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