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He cried...all day and all night. He couldn't believe it happened that way. He looked up at the rainy skies and cursed the heavens. He fell to his knees and cried some more in the pouring, cold-as-ice rain. How was he supposed to go on with his life after an event like this? How was he supposed to wake up tomorrow morning and go to work, and display his fake smile? "I've got it..." he thought to himself..."I know what I'm going to do, ok?" He was shouting now. As cars drove by him, laying on their horns he collected his teeth that lay on the ground and picked himself up. Thirty yards away, the car was still smoking and his wife was that oily smear in front of the car. He stumbled toward the car as he began to weep. He didn't think that he could bare the sight of his wife. With his eyes closed, he felt the trunk of his car, then the tire, then the door handle. He opened his eyes to the sight of his dead daughter. He couldn't take the sight: her eyes open, tears of blood streaking her soft, bruised cheeks. Chris lunged himself toward the guard rail and vomitted over the edge. He looked out over the scene, a valley, construction work, then trees as far as the eye could see. Chris didn't want to go back to work the next day. He looked back toward his family. He did not want to see his family, his house, his life. He suddenly did not want to return. He couldn't. Chris said a final prayer for his wife and daughter before tunring back toward the guard rail. The scenery was so vast, so welcoming; he didn't even try to hold himself back.

Author's Note

This is another assignment.I wrote this with two other people.The part in red is whatI wrote...