Guilt | G.D.

2. "the DUI on Hawthorn"

Song- Bitches Broken Heart by Billie Eilish (sets the mood, recommend you play)

flashback/ in the past

present/ current day

I walk through my empty house, lost in my thoughts with a slice of cookie cake in my hands. Im thinking about a lot of things, for instance, when will my parents be home, it's been like 3 months, and how long do I have until I start failing all of my classes from truancy? I shrug off all my thoughts, not caring about anything anymore, none of it mattered.

I lay down on my unmade bed, with sheets that haven't been washed since that night thrown everywhere carelessly, shoving the last bite of cake into my mouth and picking up my phone to log on to her Instagram that I was now the owner of. Comments were still flooding in despite the incident being almost three months ago.

-Fly high Madeline

-Gonna miss you wild child, nothing but love for you and your family

-I hope her friends and family are okay, we all miss her so much

-Guys lets pray for Kiersten and make sure she is okay, I haven't seen her since that day at school i'm starting to get worried...

I regret even opening that app, seeing all of these people from all around Jersey commenting on her pictures when they didn't even know her makes me sick. People only care when there's drama or tragedy, they never care when everything is going fine. And for all of the people commenting about me... they could shove their thoughts and "kind words" up their asses for all that I care, they just want to get the details out of me, be the one to comfort me in my "time of need" when truly, I didn't NEED any of them and I especially don't WANT any of their comforting bullshit. That's why I haven't been to school, their fake pity infuriates me to no end.

I role over with a loud sigh and shove my face into my pillow out of anger and just begin to scream over, and over, and over again. I'm over this feeling, but more so I'm over hiding away in this empty house alone, I don't want close contact with anyone, but I also don't want to be completely secluded, she would've killed me if she were here.

"Kiersten hurry, she said she needs you here!" Grayson yells through Maddie's phone

"What street are you on" I yell through mine as I jam my key into the ignition. There was a long pause and heavy breathing. "Grayson what fucking street?!" I am now screaming as tears are rolling down my face.

"Hawthorn, towards the end of it" He replies back.

"Kiersten please," I hear Maddie in the background grunting and screaming out of pain and fear "hurry."

"Im coming, Im coming" I cry "Grayson keep her eyes open, do not let her close them, I'll be there in a second" I hang up the phone, too focused on speeding through the neighborhood roads. Two minutes pass, feeling like hours on end as my mind races with all the possible outcomes of this situation and all the ways that it could have been prevented.

I see the Hawthorn street sign and turn, going so fast that my back tires skid across the pavement. I slow down not knowing where they were, until I see Maddie's punch bug rammed into a street lamp that had now fallen. It was a mess, her car was completely inverted on the drivers side with the passenger side almost completely unaffected. I stop the car before even reaching the accident, and without even turning it off, I run over to my fallen friend to see glass poking out of her otherwise perfect skin, and her right leg bent in half, her kicking leg.