We were sprawling with our words once again
but I was done. She thought our relationship was over
but it wasn’t. I left for her dorm against her wishes-
and my mom’s. No one was going to tell me
what I could or couldn’t do. This was my decision.
I arrived, we fought, and made up, but work was
only hours away so I left her there begging
me not to leave. The road was empty and dark and
I debated turning around but drove on, homeward.
My eyelids weighed a thousand tons. I closed my eyes-
but only for a second- and when they opened
the world spun around me. Everything came to a halt
and the engine became lifeless. I dialed 911 and stepped
out of the car- now faced backwards- glad to be alive.
“Get back into the vehicle and turn on your hazards”
was the order. I complied and looked up to a blinding
light. One turned into two and I- the steering
wheel crushed into my chest; tires screeched around
me; I gasped for air; my collar bone snapped; my
groin split into two; and my skull cracked against glass-
I opened my eyes and looked down at myself.
The light dimmed and I saw my mom- then my
friends holding my hand and crying. They didn’t even
look up at me. When she showed up, she just stared
at me. She held my hand- squeezed it three times
like always- and said, “You are strong. You are
appreciated”. A tear began to trickle
down her face and I walked over and wiped it away.
I promised her I would never make her cry.
But then again, I also promised we would die together.