Triste went down the stairs quickly as she mad for the kitchen. Walking to the counter, she grabbed her car keys and headed to the front door. There in the hallway stood her younger brother, Icarus. She moved towards him and wrapped him in her arms. She felt the warm tears that hit her skin, but didn't comment on them. Instead she quietly whispered a promise," I'm not going to attempt again. I'm just going to drive to her house."
"Pepto bismol?"
"Pepto bismol."
With those final words she gave her brother a squeeze and planted a kiss on his head, then drifted to the door. She got into her car with thoughts of eating dinner with Icarus and her parents, Judas and Marion. Listening to the rev of the car, Triste peeled out of the driveway.
Triste was 10 miles away from her house. She had already broken up with her boyfriend of 3 years, Clay, for her. Triste needed her like she needed air to breathe. Triste couldn't live without her.
Triste was ready for this and then she saw the car swerving drunkenly in front of her swerve to the right lane, right in front of a family style car. Triste thought for a just a second before swerving her car in front of the drunken driver's car and effectively stopping them from crashing into the other car, but hitting her side hard sending her skidding right into a wall.
All the Triste saw before letting her eyes close were the car doors of the family car and the drunk's car open. Four people stepping out of the family car, two being children and a drunken woman stumbling from the other car haphazardly. Suddenly a flash of Icarus at home waiting for her with her parents washed over her and for once she didn't want to die, but black clouded her vision before death snatched from the realm of the living.
