The Crash

I can remember it like it was yesterday, not that I want to remember. I was driving home from a party with my girlfriend. We had a few drinks and I wasn’t paying attention to the speed. I kept going faster and faster. I remember Jess pleading me to stop, I wished I had listened and none of this would have happened. But I was 18 and thought I was impenetrable, nothing could hurt me.

The scream that my girlfriend let out was horrifying. It was a nightmare only worse as it was real. It was too late; I was defenseless and I could do nothing. The two cars crashed head on like two raging bulls fighting. They where ballerinas, dancing around each other before crashing to the ground meters away from where they had leaped into the air. The scene was like a painting by Salvador Dalí, with out of place objects littering the narrow jet-black street .

The crash was a ripped and crumpled page from the story of my life