𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞

4. Cooper Carbone

Im sorry Mila.

The thoughts running through my head as I stepped out Dr. Martindales office to see Mila stood there with teary eyes and a expression I couldn't quite read. If only I knew Dr. Martindale promised her the award 2 years prior. "How long have you bee-" she cut me off she held out her left hand to shake and congratulated me, "congratulations Carbone", I nodded and silently whispered a 'thank you' as I brushed past her not wanting to make the situation even worse.

Since my birthday is coming up, I thought i'd invite her to my party on Saturday. I recited myself over and over until I got the perfect sentence. "Can you?-" .. "Would you like to co-" I groaned in frustration and brought my hands over my face.

The rain hits hard against my burning skin as I ran down the street. My clothes are wet, my eyes being the only light on the street and the rain being the only body. How many people can I disappoint in one day? I thought to myself as the thoughts of giving Mila the award instead rushed over my head.

Turning on my heel I exited onto a deserted street lined on one side by a chain-link fence. The sky above me was filled so ominous and dark that I honestly couldn't tell you if it was night or I was someplace else all I knew was that it was going to thunder soon and hopefully these awful smells would be drowned out by the downpour. I covered my nose with my hand. Wherever I ran smelled absolutely foul, like rotten fruit and burning tires mixed with the leftovers of an experiment gone wrong in a high school chem lab. The wind stings and the rubbish swirls around my legs, nearly tripping me on multiple occasions. I'm soaked to the bone and the rain is blinding as thunder rolls overhead me...

causing me to not see or hear the car skidding around the corner. Suddenly I was being thrown into the back of a wet, cold and metal trash can. "What the fu-" I wiped my hair from my face looking up at 𝑀𝑖𝑙𝑎. I looked to my left to see Dr. Martindale's black Maserati Quattroporte turned on its side in flames whilst people turned on their lights and opened their doors. "The storm blew him over." She finally spoke, "he's not actually in there right? right?" she stared at me blankly as I noticed the crimson blood and rain rolling down her face. "Your face." She looked to me and raised her own hand wiping the blood onto her now stained clothes, "he was drunk, I tried telling him to take an uber but he insisted, I should have never let him leave without me." I reciprocated the blank stare as she waited for my response "so where were you?" I asked trying to regain my calmness, "The BMW." She pointed to the now damaged nardo grey BMW M3.

As the blood spilled out of the car ahead, we all suddenly knew his life was no longer living....

"He's dead." Mila declared.