Dropped

going to hell.

So the title of this story is one thing but how this story plays out is other. My name is Elena Desdemona, I'm 18, and this is how my life went to hell.

It all started on on hot Friday night. The sky blue and clear and the sun was beating down upon me. The humidity levels were on the rise. It was also the night of my senior prom. My date, Liam, was basically perfect, so was my dress, but now my hair was in need of taming.

I walked into the Beauty Bar Hair Salon and asked if there was anyway I could get in and get my hair done before prom started. I must have walked in the wrong day because the response I got was "go to hell". I didn't take it seriously because i have been told that before plenty of times in my past. So I just ever so kindly walked out of that place and just did my hair myself. It was okay but I would rather have got it done in a salon.

It was coming close time to when Liam would pick me up. So I gently took my Crimson dress off the hanger, slipped on my sliver heels, put some finishing touches on my makeup, and then Liam arrived right on time. It's like everything was actually going as planned for once.

When Liam arrived my mouth would not close. He was a stud. And being the gentleman he is he walked me to his car and open the door for me. I smiled with satisfaction.

When we arrived at the Springboard Ballroom it was marvelous. The gold chandelier glimmered as the light touched it. The floors were spotless leaving the glamorous marble finish for display. The night before was getting better, much better than this morning.

For being a school dance to celebrate seniors, I can't believe they were serving alcohol. I don't drink that much so I only had two glasses of tequila, but Liam on the other hand had 5 and was on his 6th one. And he was my ride home.

I didn't act on this situation because I didn't live far away. So I just let it go. By the time prom was over Liam had consumed 10 glasses of tequila and some beer. I still only had 2 and was sober. Now I was starting to worry. I told him I could drive us home but he grabbed my hands and said "hon...hon-ay, I can drive ya hoomee". The alcohol in the breath was almost over barring. I just shook my head and got in the car. He started the engine and put his foot to the gas pedal. I fastened my seat belt and prayed for my life.

We were about five minutes from my house and Liam turned his head and looked at me "I'm sosososo sor-ry elenaaa". I looked at him and said "it's okay". And when I looked up we were in the wrong lane on the road and there was a car coming at us. "Liam!" I yelled my last words before the fateful impact.