I rounded the last corner. It wasn't my fault, I swear. I don't know if I blacked out or shut my eyes moments before I became fused with scrap metal. It dosen't really matter. I heard screaming. It must have been me, because there was no one else with me. Or maybe it was in my mind. Either way, the white turned to black, the deafening noise became deafening silence, and fear grew to apprehension. It didn't matter whether I made it or not, what would my family think? What would my parents do? What would my friends say? I never traveled the world. I never went snowboarding. I never went diving. It wasn't fair. It was my lane, not his. It was my life, not his.
Yeah, sleep deprivation does things to you. Am I okay? I'll plead the fifth.
DrasBrisingr · Sun Jun 04, 2006 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |