Survival

~~~~PILOT~~~~

"I told you to be home at 11! Not 1 in the morning, Juliet!" My dad yelled as he staggered toward the worn cabinet set.

"I told you not to call me that!" I glared at the pathetic man who was reaching for another bottle of whiskey. He knew I much preferred Jules than Juliet.

"I'll do as I please!" He's drunk. He's always drunk. Has been since my mom died. In his intoxicated fury he hurled the flask of alcohol at my head. I ducked, barely missing it.

I have to get out. At least for now. I grabbed my backpack, the one I had already prepared with a change of clothes. I took my phone and skateboard and simply walked out of that hell house.

I dropped my board on the ground and started riding, dodging the random objects being hurled at my head from my house.

Feeling the wind through my hair only intensified my need for freedom. I need to stay away from this place... This town. But I can't. My dad's my legal guardian. I'm only 17.

In that one second of thought, I realized I had drifted into the middle of the road.

I was blinded for the next second, then made out the image of a car. Coming straight at me.

The next thing I heard was the crunching of metal and bone.

I will never know exactly what happened.

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