Souled Out {B5 Story}

Souled Out {B5 Story}

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" Dont tell my cousin to shut up." Dejah sat up getting in his face. The boy driving stopped, swerving in the grass looking back ." Yo! shut the fuck up man." I sit back with wide eyes , as you can see i'm abit less drunk now. "You can't tell me what to do bitch" Dejah growled snapping at him " Huh..okay ,okay" he reached over to the glove department popping it open. " W-wait bryan, not now" Patrick tried to stop him, so his name is bryan "Oh you got a gun , yo bitch ass aint gonna do nothing" dejah edged him on. "Dare me.." I held my breath scare of what's gonna happen " Wait a second bryan" Patrick ranted toward bryan. "No let him act big and bad like the momma boy nigga he is" Bryan eyes filled with rage and he swung open his door pulling dejah's open too He dragged her out the car and i grabbed her hand " Okay..stop.!" Patrick got out screaming with me " Bryan stop brah, forreal." I hold tighter on dejah's arm hearing cartilage ripping, I let go causing both of them to fly into each other and there was a loud bang, which made me jump and my eyes widen and tears spilled out. Bryan slide from underneath dejah covered in blood. That's when my life change, the girl I once was... was souled out.
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The wail of sirens echoed throughout the hospital as the emergency room doors burst open. Two individuals were being carted in while another gurney was carrying someone draped in a white cloth. It was too late for them. I could just barely hear what the paramedics were yelling to the doctors as they rushed to the operating room. "Car crash. Must have lost control. Both middle aged men. One is Native-American with long black hair and light brown eyes. He has multiple lacerations to the abdomen, his skull was fractured, left knee cap shattered, and internal bleeding." the young man explained. "The other is Caucasian with blonde hair and green eyes. His neck is broken, there are four fractures along his spine, we think his spleen might have burst, and there is a large piece of the car door sticking out of his chest. Possibly the handle. Both are in critical condition. There was a third passenger, but she was gone before we got to them." A louder sob ripped through my chest, my entire body shuddering from the force of it. Tears began streaming down my face faster than I could wipe them off. I wrapped my fingers around my ears the same way I did that night, silently begging the memories to go away. Before I knew it, I was rocking back and forth. "It's all my fault I should've died Should still be here All my fault Should be dead Take me Suffering Can't take it Find your happy place Find your happy place Find your happy place." My body was wracking with sobs. I wanted to stop it but I couldn't. I wasn't strong enough. "I'm so sorry I'm so sorry Should've been me Should've been me Forgive me Please forgive me I'm so sorry I'm so sorry."

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