|Why Me (standard:drama, 786 words)|
|Author: Kittykat||Added: Jan 14 2001||Views/Reads: 2460/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Cheri was alone and the memories kept coming back to haunt her|
The light of the moon was shimmering on the lake when the cry of a loon broke the silence. Cheri sat in silence on the wet sand of the beach, oblivious to the activities and sounds around her. Memories kept flowing back to her, ones that she had tried to block out for the past two years. Recent situations had brought it all back to her, starting with a frightenly familiar recap of what had happened. Now the memory would not go away as it has so easily before. Sighing she got to her feet and walked towards the beach house on the hill. She almost expected the lights to be on, showing that her loving husband was waiting for her to come home. She knew she was kidding herself; he'd never be there again, waiting. He hadn't been there since that tragic day, but, somehow she still felt his presence, as she had felt her parents presence when they had died. As she approached the house, Eclipse looked up at her with his sad puppy eyes. She knew that the dog missed them as much as she did. On the front porch lay a rag doll, all but forgotten, a memory that children had once played there. As Cheri opened the door and stepped into the dark hallway, the memory of what had happened came flooding back to her again. The morning had been a cheerful one with birds singing in the trees and the sun shining bright. Derek had gotten the children ready for the picnic he was taking them on, while Cheri had prepared herself for another day at the office. Amy and Troy had been excited to be going somewhere with their father. Amy had been so excited that she had accidentally left behind Mrs. Moppat, her favorite ragdoll. Derek had safely buckled the children into their seats and after giving Cheri a quick peck on the lips had driven off with the children waving goodbye through the back window of the car as Cheri stood on the step watching. That was the last time Cheri was ever to see them alive. Cheri had received the news of the accident while she was still at work. She had broken down right in front of everyone. She didn't remember passing out, but, she knew she awakened in her old bedroom of her adopted parents house. It was all too familiar to her. Almost the same thing had happened many years before when her parents were killed in a car accident. On both occasions Cheri had not been with her family and they had been struck down by a drunken driver. Cheri once again started to pick up the picture she had taken of Derek and the twins that fateful morning, but, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She missed them so much that the agony reached deep into her soul and she often wished that she had been with them and had died along with them, instead of being left to bear the pain and lonliness. She reached for her glass of scotch that she had set on the coffee table beside the picture. She needed something to settle her nerves and alcohol always seemed to do the trick. Then realizing what she was doing, she hurled the glass at the wall in a blind rage. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself as she stumbled drunkenly through the darkness to the front door. Slowly she made her way to her car and got behind the wheel. As she sat in the silence a fresh flood of tears came, adding to the agony that she was in inside. She started the car and wiped away the tears. Quickly she backed out of the driveway causing a terrible clatter when she hit the metal garbage cans at the end of the driveway. Once she was on the highway she stepped on the gas and sped away, oblivious to anything around her the tears falling freely. She saw the car a minute too late. It loomed out of the fog and directly into her path. Then there was the eeiry screech of metal on metal and Cheri was thrown forward. Then everything went black. The occupants of the other car were killed in the impact, among them a child the same age as Cheri's twins had been. Cheri wasn't there to regret her actions. If she would have been, she would have realized that the same thing that had happened to her, she had caused to happen to someone elses family. Now someone else had to deal with the empty pain. Cheri had died because of a drunken driver, herself. Tweet
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