Musical Angel

Prologue

7:49 P.M

I took another swig of my beer. We've each had four or five, we normally stop at five. But I don't feel like stopping right now so I'm going to keep drinking. Right now I feel like shots, I wave over the gorgeous blonde bartender, "Two shots of whiskey please," I slur a little from the alcohol coursing through my system. She pours my shots, and me being to show off kind of drinker I am, I shoot them down and I don’t even cringe. I see Calum giving me a disapproving look out of the corner of my eye. I shoot him a dirty look and order another beer.

9:23 P.M

            “YOU DON’T EVEN DO ANYTHING!” “YOU JUST TAKE CREDIT FOR EVERYTHING!” Calum is yelling at me. In my drunken state, I’ve lost control of my words and my movements.

 “AT LEAST EVERYONE LOVES ME, YOU’RE JUST AN ANNOYING TWAT!” I scream at him.

I see the hurt in his eyes as I see him start to swing at me, but everything is slowed down. As the blow hits me square in the face, I fall in slow motion. I hear Michael and Ashton’s yells as I wipe my mouth and get back up. I swing at Calum, but I’m sloppy because of the alcohol, though I still manage to hit his nose. I see blood start to pour out his nose as he keeps swinging at me.

            Security starts to drag us out, but we’re still trying to hit each other. I don’t even feel the pain in my face because of all the adrenaline going through me. Calum is yelling at me, but I can’t tell what he’s saying from all the noise around us. It sounds like he’s cussing me out though.

            The bouncers literally throw us out the door; as the cold wind hits me, I shiver a little. I’m still hot with rage, but the wind cools me down a little. Ashton and Michael come out the door, and give me dirty looks.

“Get a ride home, you’re drunk,” Ashton spits at me.

Calum spits at me and I flip him off. We both turn and head towards our cars. I drove myself because I hate taxis. I pull the keys out of my pocket and unlock the door. I squish my large frame into my somewhat small car. All the sudden guilt and anger rushes through me and I start yelling unintelligible profanities and bang the heels of my hands on the steering wheel.  

I start the car and I feel hot tears running down my face. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know I shouldn’t drive in the state I’m in; but right now I don’t give a shit. I pull out of the parking space and head towards home, with my music blaring through the speakers. I don't want to face the boys at the apartment, so I decide to just drive around for a while.

10:59 P.M

            I’m not paying attention to the road as I look to my left at something that looks strange. A loud horn blows and I look back through my windshield to see bright headlights. The impact nearly crushes me. I feel my bones breaking in my body. I black out for what feels like hours.

I open my eyes and I see flashing lights everywhere. My body feels mangled and broken. There is so much pain everywhere; I don’t know what doesn’t hurt. There is red everywhere. I think it’s my blood, there’s red all over me and I feel sticky. My body is being pulled out of my car. The pain is so tremendous that I black out again.

I wake up again to see bright white light burning my eyes. There are doctors and nurses everywhere. I don’t hurt anymore and I don’t feel drunk anymore.  I sit up and I feel kind of empty, like something is missing. I hop off the medical bed and stand up. I look around, and I look at the bed again. I’m lying there; my body is bruised and broken, and bloody. But that can’t be right, I’m standing right here.

I hear a solid beeping noise that sounds like the flat line on those medical shows. All the doctors and nurses and running around, one of the nurses grabs a Defibrillator and yells “CLEAR!” I see my body jolt but nothing happens. I start to panic. They yell clear three more times, but nothing happens.

Someone walks through me and I scream.

“Time of death, 11:08 P.M. Wednesday, August 23rd, 2013,” the doctor says with a hint of sadness in his voice.

The nurses sigh and start putting everything away. Then the realization hits me, I’m dead.