I was driving along the freeway when I notice the giant cinder block bouncing towards the front of my car. I swerve to the left to avoid it inevitably placing my passenger in the direct line of fire. The brick ripped through the half of the car taking her with it and leaving me speechless and motionless in the remaining half of the car.
Somehow, I managed to cause the death of two more individuals on accident in addition to the first tragedy. I don’t remember details, just that no one would look me in the eye. That I wasn’t allowed to have a conversation with anyone for fear that I might accidentally harm them as well.
I retreated to the attic of the funeral home where the ceremonies were taking place and sat down. Alone. I had my eyes closed when I felt someone’s hands gently clasp mine. Our fingers intertwined as the words rolled off their tongue: “It’s going to be OK.” I kept my eyes closed because It didn’t matter who was sitting next to me. It didn’t matter that I had made mistakes. Someone loved me anyway. That was enough.
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