Bruises

Short story. I'm not sure about this one.

Bruises
       You'd think after a month, the hideous black and blue marks would disappear. But they haven't. They continue to bring

pain and modify my face, arms, legs, and most of all, remind my of my past. The past that was my fault. The past where I killed my

best friend.

    

        It was a week after graduation. Partying, drinking, and just living life care free was our main precede at the time. I

remember her laughing; we were laughing together. The alcohol playing with our brains. I was driving us home, ignoring the distortion

of the objects that past my car windows. The music was loud and blaring through the speakers, causing a slight tremble through the

seats. She was moving flawlessly to the music, her hair flying from the wind.
     

     "Blaire, this is the night I will forever remember." She said to me. I agreed and reinacted the guitar solo in mid air. Embracing the

moment, I closed my eyes and imagined I was onstage doing the guitar solo. I didn't even open my eyes when I heared Kaitie scream

my name. It wasn't until I felt the steering wheel jerk that I opened my eyes and it seemed like a dozen headlights invaded my car's

dark atmosphere. Apace, there was a jolt, screams rung through the air, airbags deployed,  pain engulfed my body, and everything

went black.

      

     "Blaire?" My room door slowly opens and I hear my mom's footsteps. Buried under my covers, I was trying to escape the

 pain and the suffering. My bed squeaks as my mom sits at the foot of my bed. 
     "Blaire, you've been putting off counseling for long enough now. Today's session starts at 9:30 and I think you should

go."
     "Go away." I moan.
     "I know your still hurting, but you have to get help. You haven't been eating enough, your sick, Blaire, you can't stay in

this room forever. Kaitie wouldn't want you like this."
    "Kaitie is dead, mom. She doesn't know what she wants."
My mom pulls the cover from over my head and pulls me up by my arm.
    "Get dressed. This isn't a choice anymore. You have beaten your self up long enough. It's half past eight. I promise I will sit through

it all with you. Even if you dont interact with anyone there."
   "You don't get it mom." I grunt as I flop back down on the bed.
"I do get it, and that's why you have to go to this counseling." And at that, she left my room, shutting the door behind her.

 

      I was nearly hyperventilating when we pulled up to St. Mark's Youth Center. Admitting to everyone what happened was

the hardest thing I would ever have to do. I haven't even told my mom the whole story yet.
"We can do this." My mom says shutting off the engine. 
 

    As we walk into the building, there's a sign hanging on the wall.
'There are two great days in a person's life - the day we are born and the day we discover why.'
I then thought of Kaitie and how she always seemed to live life to the fullest. Even when things seemed to be at the lowest point, she

always wore a smile and found time to laugh. I then felt a rush of relief. I was now going to live life the way Kaitie did. That's the best

thing that I could do. I was scared but I had to except this terrible mistake and honor my best friend.
     "I'm ready mom." Holding hands, together we walked down a corridor to a room filled with about 15 people sitting in a

circle. A lady in a green blouse, sitting in the center of the circle acknowledged our presence as my mom and me walked over to join

the circle. 
       "Everybody this is Blaire Jones, she's gonna spend some time with us. Blaire would you like to share anything at the

moment?" I nodded and my mom gave me an approval squeeze of the hand. I walked into the center of the circle and took a deep

breath. I raised my sleeve and revealed a bruise on my left arm.
 "My name is Blaire Jones, and I was in a car accident a month ago. I was drunk, and I killed my best friend."
 

Author's Note

ignore grammar probs