Ch. 41 Not So Sweet Dreams

It's dark.

I can hear music

but I don't know

how the speakers even work anymore.

The car has flipped over

so many times.

I want to turn it off

because the sound

makes my head hurt.

So I reach out

for the radio.

But then I feel nothing but PAIN

in my arm

and I throw up.

It lands on the window

because the car is on its side,

propped up

against a telephone pole.

I hurt

everywhere.

It hurts

in my chest,

and my arm,

and my head.

It hurts

like nothing I've ever felt before.

I see her in the passenger seat,

just dangling from the seat belt.

There's so much blood.

It's in her hair,

on her cheeks,

dripping over her lips,

so I can't tell what's lipstick

and what's not.

Her neck is bent

in a way that's not right.

She's not awake.

She's not moving.

I can't tell if she's breathing.

I call her name

but she doesn't respond.

I say it again.

I start screaming it

even though it hurts my chest.

But she doesn't answer.

She doesn't move.

She's just

there.

I know she's dead

but I don't want to believe it,

so I tell myself she's not.

I just keep screaming her name.

"CHARLOTTE!"

"CHARLOTTE!"

"CHARLOTTE!"

Until I can't anymore

because my vision is getting fuzzy

and I can barely hear myself.

I feel so tired.

Everything hurts so bad

and I just want the pain

to go away.

I know I should stay awake

because I need to stay with Charlotte

and someone

needs to call for help.

But I'm so tired.

I try my hardest

to keep my eyes open

but after a few minutes

I give in

and fall asleep.

Author's Note

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