Twisted

'The car swerved as the truck came rushing into the smaller car. Just 

when she thought she had gotten out of the way, she was met by another 

car and swerved again.

She couldn't see anything, but hear everything. Emily had been crying. 

She wiped her eyes as the third and last car came into her view.

Emily lost control of the steering wheel and the car met a tree 

instead of a lane. The car's impact was so strong that the car bounced 

back a bit and was able to turn on it's opposite side.

The bloody Emily sat in the car, blood coming from all places on her 

bloody. She knew and felt that she wasn't going to make it out alive. 

"Emma, even though you can't hear me...."

She took a deep breath.

"I..Love...yo-"'

Emma jumped up from her bed breathing hard. She could hear her alram 

ringing off. 'My Chemical Romance's I'm Not Okay, blasting as her 

alarm. Emma took one deep breath and shut it off.

There was sweat dripping from her face. The crash had happened a year 

ago but it felt so real in her dreams. They always did. It felt as if 

she was right there when it all happened.

A few tears fell onto her face and she wiped them away quickly. Emma 

looked over at the picture of the girl sitting on my lamp table. She 

had green eyes, the color of a apple blow pop. Her black her fell 

against her pale beautiful face. She was perfected.

Emma sighed. "Happy Annvesery." She said to the picture. It's been one 

whole year since she died. How can the world lose something so perfect?

Tears began to fall again. Emma wiped them away quickly and went to 

the shower. She had to go grocery shopping. Summer vacation had 

officially started and her parents were out of town. Trying to get away 

from the obvious.

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'A tear drop fell as he wrote the last word on the letter. He took one 

more sip from the bottle of vodka he held, one long one.

Alex looked at the letter one last time then wipe his tears away. "I 

should have been there." He whispered. "That fight was so stupid." 

Alex shook his head voilently. Then he brung up his hand and hit his 

head with it. When he was done he finshed the bottle of vodka and 

wrote 'to Adam' on the letter that he had now folded.

Alex then looked over at the edge on the table where the knife laid. 

He picked it up and twirled in his hand. "Emily, I'm so sorry." A sob 

came out his lips. "We was suppose to be together forever." Another 

sob. "I was such an idiot, a stupid pity little fight." He wiped his 

tears again. Then brung the knife to his neck. "But now we can be 

together forever." Alex said strongly and boldly.

Just as he was about to put the knife through his throat and end his 

life, he remembered his little brother. "Adam be strong." He said and 

a sob escaped from his mouth. "Don't end up like me."

Alex now knew what he needed to do. The knife was now pressed tightly 

against his neck. He closed his eyes and stared to move the knife.'

Adam awoke breathless and clutching onto to the bottle of Vodka he 

held. He wiped the sweat from his face and took a deep breath to get 

his breathing onto a normal track again.

Adam shook his head, making it pound some more. He put a hand to his 

head. "Ah. God. Shit." He said, trying to make it go away. It didn't, 

so he lifted the bottle of vodka to his lips. He tasted nothing. 

Everything from the bottle was empty. Adam turned the bottle upside 

down. Not even one drop. He sighed.

Adam got up and looked at the picture next to his bedside. It was of 

him and his brother. Adam held onto the bottle tighter. Alex was 

standing with an arm around his shoulder. A smile showing all of his 

white teeth was plastered on Alex face. Adam was under his brother's 

arm, smiling the same smile as his brother. He was also holding a fish 

that they had both caught in his hand.

"I missed you bro." Adam said holding in his tears. His grip tighten 

in the bottle. He missed his brother dearly. He was the father he 

never had. Even if they were only two years apart. And when Alex took 

his life, Adam fell into a deep depression. More into alcohilic if 

you wanted to call it that to.

The bottle broke in Adam's hand. "Shit." He said as the glass fell 

onto the ground and blood started to come out of his hand. Adam 

couldn't feel any pain anymore, but he could see the pain and blood.

He picked up his hand and headed to the bathroom to clean it up. Then 

get himself cleaned up. He needed to get to the supermarket to steal 

some more bottles of alcoh, being he was still underage.