MiseryChord
Misery always loves a little company!
- Joined
- Jan 14, 2013
- Location
- US
The lone figure trudged into the house out of the torrential rain. A heavy purse dropped onto the table in the foyer as she walked into the small home and into her bedroom, fingers trailing over the picture that sat beside the large bed.
Skylar sighed, the sound passing her full lips and becoming lost in the chill dark. It was three years to the day of the accident. Against her will, she was pulled into the flashback.
It was cold, snow blanketing the ground as he drove her home. She was shit faced, having drank way too much. Mutual friends had called for him to come get her to bring her home. They were arguing, her slurring her words as he chastised her for being so irresponsible. The last words she remembered snarling: go to hell, before their car had been t-boned by an oncoming eighteen-wheeler. All she could remember was the scream of metal, the glass busting, and the blood.....so much blood.
A sob escaped her as she was able to pull out of the flashback. Her twin brother had not survived that night. It was her fault he had died. Those last words rang in her head over and over until she pulled out a bottle of vodka to drown the pain.
"I'm so sorry!" She slurred, before passing into unconsciousness across her black sheets.