Friday, 6:37 PM
There she was. Her blood soaked brown, wavy hair spread around her cold, white face. She was still, silent, and beautiful in a way that could tear your heart to pieces. My stomach filled with gravel. I couldn't stop staring at the blood slowly draining her lifeless body. I couldn't run to help her, I couldn't even breathe. I just watched. I thought of what exact moment her last breathe must have floated into the unforgiving sky.
I didn't know how it happened. I didn't care how it happened. All I cared about is the steady stream pooling around my girlfriends head. I never saw the car that pulled the life out of her. I guess the person didn't care enough to see the girl who they stole.
It wasn't long before the ambulance pulled up and a man hopefully checked for a sign that she was still there. Though I knew she was gone, my heart still filled with thick, sticky despair.
I watched her for the last time as the once hopeful man carried her into the ambulance, and placed her softly inside. My last glimpse of her was the now cold hand which fit so perfectly into my own.
