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Habits that kill
She had a cigarette in one hand and no seatbelt on, a blunt was on the dashboard calling her name. Her right hand was gingerly placed on the bottom of the steering wheel as she pushed her car to go faster and her habits screamed "kill me now". Naturally, she made me nervous. I took my eyes off of her for a second to look out the window. We were driving parallel to a lake and as the sky darkened fireworks lit up my view. A country song softly played in the background as we turned onto a dirt road. We eventually parked in front of my friends house and went inside with a 30 pack of bud light. Her strides were elegant as she floated across his yard, damn i loved her. Hours past, lets face it i was hammered. Everybody was hammered it was the fourth of f***ing july. It was around 9 and we decided to all head down to the beach. We had to travel through some dark neighborhoods but it was close. As we walked down the road we saw lights shining up ahead. Someone yelled "COPS" and another person yelled " 1 2 3 RUN". Imagine 30 kids running for their lives with backpacks full of booze. I ran and i ran and i had faith that she was running right beside me. A smile broke through my face as adrenaline rushed through my veins. We all got back to my friends house safely and my eyes scanned for her and i tried to steady my breathing. I scanned and i scanned and i began to panic. "Has anyone seen her? Where are you?" I pushed through the crowd and she wasn't here. Right in the moment i realized she wasnt by my side i dropped my backpack and ran back to find her. My voice was echoing through the dark, drowning in the noise of the fireworks. There were no answers, no voices echoing back at me. I dont know where i was, i was drunkenly wandering trying not to lose my mind. I had stopped running and my head was down watching my feet move. My left foot kicked something and i stopped in my tracks. It was a white hightop converse, as my eyes started to look up i realized there was a leg attached to this converse, and a body, laid out in the middle of the road. I froze, everything in me stopped. It felt like my blood stopped flowing, my heart stopped beating, and my breathing ceased. Blood pooled around me and i lifted up a luff of long black hair to see the face of this dead being. Ice blue eyes coldly stared, purple lips were perfectly at rest and pale skin accented the blood. It was her.
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