So this is just a short story I wrote awhile back. Hope you like it.
Bottle after bottle, Charlie tried drowning himself in booze.
Always trying to drown.
Trying never to cry, or God forbid, to remember.
He wanted to forget her little giggle, her dimpled smile, her luminous eyes.
He had tried giving up alchol for some time now, but it was practically the only thing that kept him sane.
For God sakes, he had lost everything.
Men rarely came back from that still wholly sane.
It had felty like a liftetime since it had happened, but in reality, it had only been a year.
A year of bankrupcy, lies, fights, hate, but mostly death.
Always death.
It filled every inch of Charlie's heart and seemed to hang off of him like the stale, tear filled air that hung around funerals.
She was his life.
She was his everything.
But because of him, she was dead.
And he could never forgive himself foir that.
Sitting up, Charlie begam to wobble towards the dirty, brick wall that had stood in front of him for what felt like hours. It probably had been, but time was lost today, so it didn't matter anyway.
The ugly, red bricks seemed to mock him as he felt that familiar, acidic taste of bile rise up in his throat.
He wanted to be sick.
He wanted to get that bitter taste of booze out of his system.
Clutching his stomach, he began puking on the unattractive wall, staining it with colors of yellow and pink.
Oddly enough, the colors made him think of her.
The day she died, he remebered that she was wearing the dress he had bought her for her birthday.
With its beauitful spring colors, mixed together like a fantastically wrapped Easter basket.
She looked amazing.
His little rose.
But now, what was she?
Dead.
Dead....
All because of him.
He wanted so badly just to smash his head against the wall, and forget. Forget all about her, and forget that terrible day.
Tears welled up in his eyes and he gnashed his teeth together hard.
Blindly, he pushed himself away from the puke covered wall, and stumbled out into the lonely streets.
His eyes were burning. Trying to hold back all those tears as his brain slowly began to fog up with memories.
"No!" he thought to himself, "Please not now! I can't bear it anymore! Seeing her beauitufl face! Dead! God! I can't believe she's dead!!!! Don't make me see it! Please! Not again!"
But of course, his brain did not listen and he was plunged into the agonizing blackness of that night once more.
Bright lights!
Lights so bright, it felt like the sun had exploded in his eyes.
He couldn't see! He was blind!
But he could hear her screaming.
He could hear her bloodcurdling screams, breaking through the shattered windows of thier car as it spun out of control.
What was going on?
He couldn't remeber! It was all a blur.
All he knew was that Death was close by.
Possibly even sitting in the passenger seat of his car.
He could feel his fiances thin, delicate fingers clutching to his arm as they were both jerked violently back and forth.
It was as if the car were in a tornado, being thrown around like a small child's toy.
Suddenly, everything was black.
Black as Death's glares.
No more screaming.
Only silence.
Her hands were no longer clamped around his arm.
Instead, they drooped like dead flowers at his side.
He could hear his breath rattling around in his throat as the blood began to rush to his head.
When he opened his eyes, the world seemed to come crashing down all around him like a giant wave of reality.
She was hanging upside down next to him.
The seat belt had mangled her fragile neck and her lips had already started turning a pale shade of blue.
Before he could even get the seat belt off, he knew that it was too late.
Her dead eyes stared at him and all he could do at that was stare back, helplessly.
That was when the tears came.
And they never stopped coming.
