Dramatic Short Story
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I come to and I'm standing on the side of the highway. How did I get here? There's smoke everywhere. There's a ringing in my years. I can't feel my left arm blue and red lights hurt. My eyes and something wet keeps leaking into them. People are talking, but I can't understand what they're saying. Something about a transport tire hitting a car. There's a woman trying to take me somewhere, but I struggle against her. Everything is too bright. Someone is screaming. Suddenly I see what the fireman are doing. They're pulling someone out of the wreck. That was my car. It's Bernie. It's at that moment that I realized it's me, It's me. I'm the one screaming. They placed him on the ground. I stopped struggling and stairs. There's a flurry of activity around my best friend stupidly. The only thing I can think of his how his shirt was blue but now looks brown how he should wear brown more often because it seems to suit his dark hair and complexion. I don't know how much time has gone by minutes, hours the woman is still standing beside me. Her hand is on my shoulder. Finally a young paramedic stops and looks at his watch. He says something in all activity surrounding Bernie ceases. I watches. The young paramedic pulls a sheet over my friend's face. Suddenly I can't feel my legs. And I collapsed to the ground where bury my face in the grass Inside. The woman tries to tell me that I should get up, that I need medical attention. But I don't care. I just wanna lie here and let the ground swallow me. Whole life is a cruel, cruel fake. Bernie loved me, and I wasn't able to tell him that I loved him back. And now he's gone. All I can think of is how I wish I'd listen to him and taken the 47