Dead on Arrival

Accidental Martyr

'I shouldn't be drinking'  are the last thing David thinks before downing the rest of the whiskey. ' Alcohol and drugs don't mix.'  He had just popped four pills (after not reading the prescribed amount) and used the whiskey to wash it down.

Of course he wasn't thinking straight. He couldn't think through the pain. He was a hundred percent sure his ribs were broken. He could do this,though. He stumbled through the dark room. Where was he again? Oh,right. He was in his room,waiting for the second round of his beating.

He should have known better than to antagonize his father,especially since he was drunk. But then again his father was never not drunk. He'd been that way for the past ten years, since David's mother passed away. 'Why should he get to wallow in his grief? He's the one who killed her!' David thought drunkenly to himself.

He further stumbled until he fell to the floor. Low and behold, his keys lay on the floor just beyond his fingers. He should be able to drive himself to the hospital,right? He'd done it with worse injuries before. 'But then again, you weren't hyped up on painkillers and Jack Daniel's'  said the little voice of reason in his head.

'You've got me there.' He thought back at it. He grabbed the keys and struggled to his feet. He pressed a hand to his side and the other to the  wall. He made his way to the front door. After nearly falling on the two steps that led to the drive way he,he made it to his car. He unlocked to the drivers door and slid in, hissing as he he attempted to put on his seat belt.

He pulled out of the driveway and turned to the left to come off of his street. The silence of the drive was eerie at best,so he hit the radio. As if sensing his mood,the radio played  King for a Day,and he mouthed the words along with the song in an attempt to lighten his own mood.

In his stupor,he was definitely not paying attention to his speed. It was the middle of the night, so that the cops weren't around,and the streets were strangely deserted.

He then became aware of another person driving behind him. The ass hole had his high beams on and they were blinding. David squinted, and sped up to out run,or at least lessen the eye burning glare of the lights.

Had he not been inebriated,he would have noticed the old lady in her bright highlighter yellow safety jacket crossing the street in front of him. He saw her at the last minute, and stomped  hard on his brakes. The person behind him did not and smacked into the back of him,and as he careened forward,the old lady disappeared,and he heard a sickening CRACK, and as his airbag deployed,he heard the lines of the song:

Hail Mary,
Forgive me,
Blood for blood,
Hearts beating
Come at me,
Now this is war!