How I Spent My Last Breath

A Story by sophgracie

“BUZZ, BUZZ” My phone rang under my pillow, I quickly grabbed it before anyone else heard. ‘Hey, you still up for tonight?? Be on the corner of your street in 10. Don’t be late. Love Ellie’ I slid out from my warm bed into the dark room. I quickly took off my pyjama bottoms and pulled on a pair of jeans I’d left at the end of my bed. As quietly as I could I opened up my wardrobe and grabbed out the first top I found. I swiftly pulled a brush through my naturally straight hair and pulled on my shoes. I didn’t have far to go to get to the back door, Mum and Dad room was at the other end of the house. But it was my little sister Jasmine I had to be careful not to wake. I tip-toed up to her bedroom door, it was open enough for me to just see her. She looked so angelic laying there. Life was so simple for her. I continued on through the laundry and made it out the back door easily.

The street was quiet and at this time of the night there were not many, if any, cars. I only had a few houses to walk past until I reached the corner of the street. I checked my phone 12:37, I still had a few minutes until Ellie and the boys got here. This was the first time I’d ever snuck out to go to a party, Ellie had promised that I’d be home well before 5 and my parents would never know what happened. But I stood up straight, starring into the dark night. This wasn’t me, I didn’t really want to be here. Ellie could cope without me, it’s wasn’t as if she’d be alone. I turned around and started walking back down the street towards my house. I was half way there when I heard a loud noise and a car came flying around the corner. The lights were coming straight towards me, they were so bright, there was nothing I could do. Time seemed to stand still. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my breathing became quick. This wasn’t how it was meant to be.

I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes, I’d be disappointed if I did, because I hadn’t had a very interesting life. Instead I saw my Mother’s face when then police knocked on the front door tomorrow morning. I heard her sobs, her begging the police to say they’d made a mistake. My Dad, trying to be strong, would hold her and stroke her hair, just like he used to do to me when I was little. And Jasmine. She was only 9, she knew what death was but to her it was like a myth, something people talked about but it never happened. Now I saw her blue eyes filled with pain, the angelic look on her face was gone. The worst thing was, this was all my fault.