My Date with Tragedy

Pain, Sorrow, and Remorse are friends all to well known to people. We hate them, and we wish them dead, but at the end of the day they are the only things that let us know were alive. They give us a sence of twisted peace inside that can really only be described as sick.

The one we never really think about is their master. Pain, Sorrow, and Remorse fallow everyone everywhere, and we never think about how they got there.

Tragedy is defined as: An event causing great suffering, destruction, and distress, such as a serious accident, crime, or natural catastrophe, and that is what Tragedy does, but who he is, thats another matter.

When someone meats with Tragedy they don't focus on him, because their too conserned with his daughter Pain, and his sons Sorrow and Remorse. So the idea of speaking, or confronting Tragedy is one lost to the mind.

"I killed them" The man was still drunk but it was obvious from his tears he understood what had happened.

"Yes." the officer said as he put handcuffs on the man "you have a right to remain silent..."

"but I didnt mean to it was an accident.."

"anything you say can and will...."

Thats when Jack turned away. He put his head in his hands and tried to stop shacking. The man was still pleading with the officer to let him go, that he had a wife and a six month old at home. Jack wanted to tare his blood shot eyes out. The nerve of this man, he wasnt the only one to have a family. Those people he just ran over, they had friends, had parents, and siblings, people loved them to, he loved them.

Jack didnt remember the impact, just the sound. He remembered his girlfriends hand slipping out of his as her body was thrown through the windshield and was broken against the tree. He remembered looking at her twisted body as he lay helpless bleeding in his car. Her eyes had been open staring at him begging him to answer her dieing question "why couldnt you save me? Why didn't you steer the car out of the way?"

A nurse came over to finish the bandage to his head. He had been the only one in his car of five to wear a seat belt and as a result he was the only one to have lived. Now he wished he hadn't bothered. That car had everyone in it. His best friend, his girlfriend, his brother, and his sister-in-law.

"Alright, your going to be just fine" the nurse said. He looked into her deep green eyes and he saw no pity like others there had given him. He saw no tears at the sight of all the pain around them, simply a women who knew the cold hard facts, Physically he was going to be fine, as was the drunk who had hit them.

Jack looked back at that man, he was now in the back of the squad car, balling into his grungy bandaged hands.

Jack wanted to beat him. He wanted to break him and scream at him, he wanted that man to go to prison and never leave, he didn't want that man to die, Jack wanted him to live forever with the guilt and the misery of the deaths he had caused.

The officer who had responded to the 911 call a bystander had made now wattled his fat body over "OK son, I'll take you home."

Jack stood, and his legs gave out. He fell to the ground, Jack didn't understand why his legs wouldn't work, he told them to move but they said no so he didn't press the request.

The officer leaned down and put Jack's arm around his shoulder, and half carried him to the squad car.

It was a hour drive to the house, but it felt like seconds, and every minute Jacks dread at walking through the front door grew. His home wouldn't be his now, he knew that. It should have Lizzy, his girlfriend, sitting on the couch eating ice cream and watching reruns of the fresh prince of bell-air. It should have his brother and his wife fighting over who needed the car more the next day and who would take the buss, but it would have none of these things.

"here you are. You going to be alright?" The officers heavy accent made that question all the more insulting to Jack, but he nodded, got out of the car, and walked into the house.

Jack flipped on the switch and through his jacket on the couch.

Pain stood in the corner, "Sorrow, has he even spoke yet?"

"No," Said Sorrow, Who sat on the railing leading upstairs. "I think the poor boy is in shock."

"no doubt, he just had his whole world ripped from him." Said Pain, with a slight sound of regret in her voice.

"don't go getting soft on me Pain, it doesn't become you." Pain gave him a look that could kill, then walked over to jack.

He stood there in the middle of the kitchen, gently Pain touched him. Instantly as if he had burst he wept and screamed their names, until his voice was horse, he fell to his knees and allowed his body to cruple. He wrapped his arms around his stomach trying to hold his insides from coming out.

"there there," Said Pain stroking Jack's head. "isn't that better? Just let it all out, all that pain."

Sorrow raised an eyebrow at his sisters choice of words. Without look at him she said "what? I can be ironic."

Sorrow shrugged "well dear sister it looks like you have this under control, so I'll come back in a month or so to do my part."

"OK, and don't forget to tell Remorse he needs to high-tail it over here after you."

"yeah yeah," said Sorrow and then he vanished through the walls.

Pain stayed with Jack for the next two weeks