"Come on, Carson. This isnt a game anymore", Mrs. Shaider said impatiently.
I looked up at her through the long bangs of my hair and smiled slightly. She had been asking me what happened ever since I got home from jail. She showed up everyday asking me about September 14th, and everyday, I'd be a smart ass. Truth was, I didn't want to tell her or anyone what happened to Shyanna. It was just too painful...
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I was at a party, a familiar setting. I was standing right beside the bar, with a drink in my hand, talking to my buddies when a small set of arms reach around my middle from behind me and hug. I knew it was her without looking. I've just been with her for too long to mistaken those arms, hands...
I turned to find Shyanna, beautiful and perfect. Her long brown hair was out tonight and she was wearing one of my favorite dresses that I bought for her. Her green eyes were glazed over though and as blood shot as the time we pulled our first all-nighter together. She was drunk.
"Carson, I have to be home before my parents. You need to take me home", her voice was perfect, even through her slurring as she pulled me towards the front door.
"Alright", I said as I put my own drink down and pulled my car keys out of my pocket. "I'll drive".
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It had been a year since the accident and this lady still wanted answers. And today of all days, was not her day.
The cue seems to be missing :)
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