PROLOGUE: The AccidentA Chapter by LucioleWe find out what exactly happened to Alicia's boyfriend, Johnny.I sit at the steps in Johnny’s
house. They lead right to the bathroom, where Johnny is doing his hair. “How
aren’t you done yet?” I yell up to him. We have an 8:30 reservation at
Russell’s and it’s already 7:10. With New York City traffic on a Friday night,
we should have left at least twenty minutes ago. “Come
on! You’ve been in there for almo-“ At
that moment, Johnny comes rushing down the stairs. “I’m
sorry, I just want to be sure I look good for you.” He swallows me up in a hug
and kisses my cheek. He turns to his dad, who is sitting on the couch only
about five feet away. “We’ll
be out late. Is it alright if I’m back around twelve, twelve-thirty?” “Of
course; be safe though Jonathan. People can get a bit crazy here, you know
that. Watch for the cops too, they love giving out tickets on Fridays.” Mr.
Ramirez answers in a serious tone, but with a smile. Johnny nods and grabs his
coat. We head out to his car and I look out the window. I see Mr. Ramirez
looking out the window waving. I smile and wave back at his as we drive off. *** We’ve been gone for forty minutes
and still haven’t reached the restaurant, which is only twenty minutes from
Johnny’s house. This traffic is at a complete stand still. Johnny honks the car
horn, making me jump. He curses, and reaches into his pocket. “Sorry about that Alicia. Here, I
got you something.” As Johnny hands me a jewelry box, I smile to myself. I
already have an idea as to what it is. The box is engraved and says my full
name, Alicia Julie Rivera, in a beautiful script font. I
look up, lean over, and give Johnny a kiss on the cheek. I go back to sit down
and resume opening my present. Turns out, I was right. Inside the box is not only
the birthstone necklace I have been mentioning for the past seven months, but there
is also a key. A key I’m assuming is what I’ll use to open the little safe
Johnny gave me in school today. He
said I’d find out what was in it later tonight. I should have brought it with
me. “Alicia,
I’m really sorry. We should have left earlier. This traffic is awful.” I
don’t think Johnny noticed I opened the box. I put it down on the dashboard and
climb to the driver’s seat. Since there are absolutely no cars moving, I don’t
worry about my actions. I’m sitting on
Johnny’s lap in seconds. “I
don’t care about missing the reservations Johnny.” I peck his lips with a kiss,
“I love you. All I care about is being able to spend my eighteenth birthday
with you. Let’s just go eat at a pizzeria!” He
smiles at me and tilts his head. “Are you sure? We could try to make it to a
different restaurant.” “I’m
sure. Let’s get pizza! I do love it after all.” I smile and reach for the jewelry
box holding my present. “Thank you for my presents too. I don’t know what the
key will lead me to but I’m excited to find out.” He
laughs, “Trust me, you’ll love it.” “I’m
sure I will!” “OK,
I’m going to pull into Sal’s Pizza, it is right up the street from here.” With
that, I climb back into the passenger’s seat and buckle in. When we park, I get
out and run to his door. He gets out and I keep him there holding him against
his little car. “This is one of the best
birthdays ever.” I whisper to him. He smiles, “Oh really?” I give him a kiss. Not just any
kiss though, a passionate one; a kiss so passionate that when I pull away he
whispers, “Wow.” I laugh and look up to his face.
I stare into his eyes, the same eyes I’ve been looking into for the past three
years. They are a stunning emerald green and have little black lines extending
from the pupil. Johnny’s eyes resemble a black sun in a green outer space. They
are gorgeous, captivating, and mine. I could easily stare at them for hours. I can’t help but kiss him again,
only this time slowly and delicately. I pull away after what feels like forever
and we walk over to the pizzeria’s door, hand in hand. *** “Hello?” I answer my cell phone. My voice is
ridiculously groggy. It’s seven twenty two on a Sunday morning and my head is
pounding. “Hey Alicia! It’s Johnny.” I sit up in my bed and clear my
throat. “Oh! Hey, what’s up?” “Well, I know it’s early but
since it’s still your birthday weekend I was thinking we’d go get some
breakfast together. I leave to Delaware at eleven with my dad though, that’s
why we have to go so early.” Johnny always goes to Delaware
for a week in October. It’s so he can visit his mom while his dad goes to visit
an old high school buddy of his. “That sounds great Johnny! When
will you get here?” “Right around eight, is that
good?” “Yeah that’s fine. See you soon!” “Alright, love you.” “Love you too.” I hang up, jump
out of bed, and head straight to my closet so I can find something comfortable to
wear. I see my favorite red and black
plaid shirt and some black skinny jeans and throw that on. I push on some
combat boots and head to my bathroom. My hair is still straitened from Friday
so I just comb through it, retouch it with my flat iron, and head out the front
door of my house. Since my parents are gone for one of my mom’s work retreats,
the drive way is only half full, with only my car, which is parked all the way
to the backyard. I sit in the big empty space, waiting for Johnny. I still cannot believe they left
me, I think to myself. My parents were never all that great, but to leave on
the eve of my eighteenth birthday! That’s just messed up. I notice Johnny’s car
approaching from a few houses away and I stop thinking about my parents. He waves at me and I wave back. I
notice another car speeding up an intersecting street and yell to Johnny to
watch out at the intersection. I don’t think he hears me because he just keeps
driving along. I see the other car has a stop sign coming up anyway so I don’t
call out again. Only, the car speeds past the sign and heads straight for
Johnny’s car. I yell again to him, this time more urgently. As he turns his
head towards me, the other car collides with Johnny. I scream so loud that my body
shakes. “Johnny!” I run over to the scene to see if
he’s ok and notice that the other driver is dangling from his car, lifeless. I
look away and run straight to Johnny, who’s lying on the ground next to his
car. It looks as if he was able to crawl out of the car but couldn’t move
anymore. “Oh my God! Johnny!” He is
drenched in his own blood. I pick his head up into my lap and check his pulse.
He’s still here. “Are you OK Johnny? Johnny?
Answer me baby, please! Can you hear me?” His eyes open slowly and he lets out
a cough. For a second I think I have him, but then I look up. A huge shard of
the car door is jammed into his lower abdomen. I know he can’t possibly survive
that. “I hear you.” He lets out those
three little words with such a small voice. I cannot help but burst into tears.
He must be in so much pain. I hear him gasping, it seems like
he wants to say more. “What is it Johnny?” I start to
caress his face. He has always loved when I do that. I seems to have grabbed his
voice, “I-I love you.” He coughs up blood right after he says ‘you.’ “I love you too.” I say. “Come closer.” He tries to raise
his right arm. He doesn’t realize it has been crushed. He lets out a small cry
from the pain and tears start to form in his eyes. I wipe them away and lean in
closer. He kisses me; maybe the sweetest kiss I have ever gotten. I pull back
and try to smile. “Stay with me.” He asks and then
coughs again, only this time, it seems to be glass. “I will, I promise. I love you
too much to ever leave you.” My tears still come down hard. “I’ll never leave you either. I love you too.”
I smile at him. He smiles back,
coughs yet again, and right before he takes his last breath, we lock eyes.
Those beautiful eyes, I will never forget them. They are gone now; his eyelids
hide them so that I am the last to see them - his eyes. © 2012 LucioleAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on April 1, 2012 Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorLucioleMy Imagination , NJAboutLuciole is a pen name. In French it means "firefly" I'm a 18 year-old girl who loves to write, read, and listen to music. I'm a little bit of a nerd. I like to sing a lot more than I'd care to ad.. more..Writing
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