Whiskey Lullaby

Dedicated to the inspiration of this story - jameskarnett1

"Whiskey Lullaby"

She sat in school, not wanting to be there, not wanting to be on Earth. The school lunch she bought sat untouched. No one was talking and laughing as usual. The silence made everything worse. The silence was like pouring straight whiskey into fresh wounds. All of her friends were there, but one half of her soul wasn't.

He had died. Hewas driving home to see her when a drunk driving an eighteen-wheeler hit him head on. The eighteen-wheeler demolished his small car, and left him broken and brain dead. She let these memories flood her mind and felt a cool tear streak down her face. Someone calling her name brought her back to reality.

"Melissa," Austin said with worry written all over his face, "Are you ok?"

"No," she said her voice failing at the end.

His family kept him on life support so she could see him one last time. They let her go in alone.

"Hi babe," she said in a choked voice, "I love you, you know that don't you? I just needed to tell you that. If you need to go I understand, just remember that I'll be there before you know it." With that she leaned down grabbed his swollen hand and kissed his bruised lips. In his hand she left a note that she wrote that explained what her plans were for the next few hours.

Before she left they handed her a small box, in it was a beautiful ring with a blue diamond set into it. His father, Ryan, stood up and said:

"He loved you; he was going to ask you to marry him this weekend. If you need us we'll always be here for you. You may not be married to him but you are still part of this family."

"Thank you, but I don't need help," She said, "I have my own way to deal with this."

She left after they shut down the life support and he drew his last breath. She didn't go straight home though, she made one small detour; but that small detour made all the difference. When she did arrive home her parents were gone, perfect. She had it all worked out in her mind, and this was the first step. She headed to her room, grabbed the headphones she got for Christmas, and walked back to the kitchen. Thinking back on Christmas she was as happy as could be, that was all gone now. Her phone was already in her back pocket, one of the key objects in her plan, and the supply's she purchased at the store was in her hand. She then walked to the kitchen and grabbed the whiskey from the cabinet. She stood there as if in deep thought, but really she just wanted to take in the surroundings before she left and never saw them again. Then, she made her way to the bathroom down the hall; the place where she would do the deed. She placed everything periodically around her. The bag with the razor blades inside sat beside her right foot, her headphones around her neck, and her phone beside her left foot. She sat the whiskey between her legs.

First she grabbed the bag from the store. She opened it and sat the razor blades, now open, beside her right thigh. Then, she placed the headphones on her ears, hooked them up to her phone, found the song she wanted, adjusted the headphones, and pressed play. "She put him out, like the burning end of a midnight cigarette..."

She felt the tears roll down her face as she grabbed the razor and began to cut her wrist, it hurt, but not as much as having the person she loved taken away from her. She cut about five more times, and then cut downward on her arm, deep, tracing the vein. As the blood ran down her finger tips she picked the up whiskey, opened it, took one long drink, and poured the rest over her open wounds. She screamed as the whiskey invaded her pores and the world began to fade from her eyes. They found her seconds after she screamed; they found her drawing her final breaths on the floor. As she drew her last few breaths she heard the song.

"La, la, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la, la."