Headlights – A short story

Youre paying attention? So at that places been this virgule so thithers been this accident nearby. Very sad. On the telly.Mum watched it this odd expression on her face strange isnt it but then you know how these things affect her. Good thing really. That she wasnt there I mean. It was on our way home on our way home that it happened. The accident. Poor brown-haired green-eyed boy. How they described him on the telly. Obviously I didnt get a uncorrupted look at him. Maybe you did. The car just didnt stop.So Im sat here and I just cant console her. Mum. Tried to comfort her h unrivalledst. I appetite I could just explain things to her but she ignores me pock still. It hurts to see her same this. Just because the police havent caught the driver yet. All my friends gathered into groups at the scene of the accident but I cant hear what theyre saying. Sometimes I think they look at me. No one comes over though. Its not like I did anything incorrectly You know that.So now Im sat here and so now Sat on the floor in my bedroom. Lara. Sat on my bed. Sat on my bed quiet as I play and sing. For her. You and Ladyface have left to go get some drinks. So subtle. You come back a elflike later. Later enough. Such a nice day it is with the Sun and all you know. Good that we all have some free time. And weve been talking talking like we should like friends. You wont come back though not now. Thats just a memory. A superbbye-memory. You always liked memories talking about them all the time as you did. Said they were important. Cant forget each other we make each other. So Im trying to remember honest. No one wants to hear me talk about our memories though. forevermore in my memory. Inside my head. Laughing and crying.We always did everything together always. Remember pretending to drive in the garden in the house? Racing round and round. Laughing. in that respect are no accidents when youre five no accidents which a plaster doesnt mend. Learning to drive. Always th ought youd have been better on the road. And crying. You liked Lara as sanitary didnt know that to begin with.Taught to stop for red lights. Hold my hand sort of stuff. Did Mum teach you the same? Probably.So now Im sat here and so now I wish Hopes and dreams. You hoped to be a model. You were smart too. Smarter and better looking. You. So of course she liked you. But she liked me as well. I sang. Played. Laughed. Cried. Youll never be a model now though. Shame about that. Lara bought flowers for me the other day. Not for you. And all the heads were red red like love. You know that? Red a acquainted(predicate) colour. Better than black. Black metal. Getting sidetracked though. This all started with the accident.No.It didnt start with the accident. It started with two boys who played pretend cars in the garden and who wanted a girl. It started with guitars and songs and sledding to get some drinks. I dont know when things changed. Why did they change, Joe? Our parents and frie nds have changed now. Too much. It was just us. We were close. Before the drumbeat. The damned drumbeat in the chest. Then we werent close. But one drumbeat isnt playing now. You liked playing the drums. Another problem. Girls always like drummers. Oh well not this time.So now our Mums sat there alone stone still. Occasionally the stone is shivered by sobs. They know who did it. Just a matter of time. Im so sorry. She sees her broken heart as no one is there to hold her. Only crying. I doubt there will be laughter evermore.Im at the road now. Wont be long. Im looking down at my wrist. Theres that bracelet stained. Those superficial drops. Blood. Was that from our pact? Little boys like that sort of thing big boys like girls.Looking both ways at the road like a good boy. Nothing. Good. Good evening. The air is still heavy with the smell of Lara. Laughter still ringing in my ears. Lara didnt cry. Not before. I step into the road. There are headlights now. They werent there before. Nothing. Blackness. Then headlights. Headlights growing larger. It looks like your red Honda. Red a familiar colour. Why are you accelerating? Why arent I running?Crack.Red a familiar colour.So now Im sat crumpled here and so now I hope that you never escape.So now Im sat crumpled here and so now I hope youre running the rest of your days.So now Im sat crumpled here and so now I hope shell hate you.We always did everything together always. So die with me.