Second Chance? - WeeklyChris / Chris Collins

Seven - It Wasn't my Fault

I shot up from my bed and looked around my room. I was sweating and my breathing was heavy, it started to slow down and I felt my sweat evaporate.

It was just a nightmare. A stupid nightmare that I get every single time I fall asleep. But it wasn't just any nightmare, it was something that happened to me, a past. An accident that I will regret for the rest of my life.

*FLASHBACK*

"Honey, what do you want to eat?" My mum asked as she was driving the car and looking ahead. I was sat at the back and I thought about what to eat. It was a hard decision to make because being a 7 year old and getting to choose what to eat is like having to choose what you're favourite song is.

"Let's just go get ice cream." I say and looked at my mum, she turned around to look at me and gave me a small smile

"Okay." She says and I looked ahead and screamed. My mum turned her head around but it was too late. The light became brighter with every millisecond and it finally crashed into us.

"I love you, Alexis." Were the last words I heard until I woke up in a hospital bed. I asked the doctors where my mum was and they said that she passed away. I cried for the whole day and night, my dad didn't even come to visit me in the hospital.

Alex kept on coming in and out of here. Crawford was the one who came here the most and he sometimes would stay and sleep with me. I stayed in the hospital for 2 months and not once have I heard of my father.

When I finally got to go out of the hospital, Crawf's mum drove me home. She was the sweetest person on earth and she felt like my second mother. When I got out the car they asked me if I would be ok and I said yes. So I walked up the drive way with crutches underneath my armpits and let me tell you; it hurts like hell.

I had a little struggle going in the house but I finally did and the first thing that I felt was pain. I felt like something has stung me on my left cheek and when I looked up it was my dad. He had hit me. He actually hit me.

He blamed me for the death of my mother and I kept saying it wasn't my fault but then when I grew up, he would continuously tell me it was my fault, and the thing is, I started to believe him.