Evanesced (ON HOLD)

Prolouge

Splash. Thud. Splash.
My feet rhythmically hit the wet pavement, running to nowhere in particular. Why? Because I can't face my own guilt. The guilt of my mistakes. The grief that could have been averted. But I didn't. I couldn't. My fault. My fault.

Somewhere in the back of my consciousness I might have forgiven myself, but that part of me died with him.

Alexander

Brother to me, son to my parents, and friend to everyone who needed it. And now he's gone. Gone because of me and my stupid mistakes.

He was drunk. Just one drink he said. Just one drink, and then it turned into seven. He didn't care. I told him not to drive, to call a cab and come back for his car the next day. He didn't listen. He never did.

I should have tried harder. I should have drove. No drinks versus seven is a whole lot safer. But I didn't.

And then...

He ran off the side of the road. The car flipped, and skidded down the middle of the highway. My vision went red. There was blood. So much blood. Some mine, some his. The world was turned upside down, I was struggling for air, and then the world went dark.

There were sirens, white rooms, bright lights. Darkness.

He was gone. Dead. Glass slit his jugular, and he bled to death.

I can't face my mistakes. I've never been able to. My mother told me once that if I didn't learn to face my own mistakes, and deal with the consequences when they come, then life would become a day to day trial.

I should have listened.