I’m Sorry

Chapter 2: The Only Escape

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Summary: If it was an accident, then why does he feel so guilty? Why can’t he sleep at night?

I got to sleep for a while until I was startled awake in a cold sweat. I wiped my forehead on my sleeve as I realized what happened.

During my sleep, the reality of last night hit me. No, that’s not right. It stabbed me in the gut like a knife and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.

Oh my gosh! I’m dieing! I thought. I gasped a few times until I caught a sufficient amount of air in my lungs to keep my brain alive.

My head felt heavy, and I was getting dizzy.

I might have killed a kid! What am I going to do!? What am I going to do!? I thought again. I choked out a sob I had been holding in for a while.

I think my pulse sped up because a few nurses hurried in to see what was going on. I don’t exactly remember how they calmed me down, and it’d probably make for a pretty interesting story if I could, but as soon as they did, they left the room about as fast as they came.

A few minutes later, my parents, brother, and sister came in. “Oh! Davey!” My mother sobbed and came over to hug me. “We were so worried!”

“I’m okay, Mom. When did you guys get here?” I glanced over at the clock again. 5:35 AM

“We came just as soon as we heard. It was about four hours ago, I suppose. But you were sleeping at the time.” My dad informed me.

My younger brother Devon, who turned 15 a few months ago, went to sit in the corner. He had an attitude like you wouldn’t believe. Sure he was worried, but he just found out I was okay, which meant he didn’t have to care anymore.

I could tell my twin sister Danielle, on the other hand, had been very worried, partly because he face was red and her eyes bloodshot.

“What about the kid on the bike?” I asked, still curious to know if he was okay.

“Um, well David.” My head grew heavy at my dad’s hesitation.

“Sweetie,” my mom took the torch from my father. “Well, he didn’t make it through the night.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. “Bu-” I tried. “Wha-” I racked my brain of something to say. But the words weren’t there.

My mom came to the side of my bed and put her hand on my cheek. The weird thing was that I didn’t feel sad or angry or anything. I couldn’t cry. I was just there.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, and I’m not so sure it wasn’t, my leg started throbbing.

It may seem crazy, but I was glad to feel this pain. It was something else to focus on. Just the bottom part of my leg, from my foot to just below my knee, was in a cast.

I looked at each of my family members in the room, and each was avoiding my eyes. Danielle was fidgeting with her hands and sat down in a chair next to Devon. Devon had head phones in and his head was leaned back against the back of the chair. My mom and dad had found a seat on the opposite side of the room and were pretty much focused on each.

Didn’t they know I needed their support at a time like this! Not them avoiding eye contact with me! I mean, I guess I couldn’t blame them. It was hard for them too. But still! I’m lying in a hospital bed for Pete’s sakes!

Since I found out the kid I had hit hadn’t made it, I had been trying to find other things to focus on. By this point, I had run out of ideas. My only escape now was sleep.

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