Guilt never releases the
icy claws that pierce a heart. All
Tyrone saw was that little girl on the road.
Again, he felt the panic.
Helplessness overwhelmed him as memories collided with reality. Again, he could do nothing. In spite of the pain of her injuries, she
looked into his eyes with questions.
Why? What happened? Who are you?
Why are you here?
A crowd gathered about the
two of them. One woman rushed in
confidently stating she was an ER nurse.
Tyrone moved back. Every
millisecond of that moment still haunted him.
He took a deep gulp and let the 80 proof do the work. He heard frantic voices as Tyrone shuffled
weakly to the driver’s seat. It was
about this time a police officer arrived and ran to the child. After a brief conversation with the nurse
attending the girl he walked to the open driver’s door.
Tyrone didn’t remember the
conversation. His mind was consumed with
the fragile life a few feet from his pickup.
A horrible thudding sound rang in his ears. That sound remained with him. He took another drink. God please make it go away.
When he woke the next
morning to the nightmare, he didn’t know how to proceed. How do you live when you’ve taken an innocent
life? Putting one foot in front of the
other is hollow. It is useless. He was later advised witnesses stated there
was nothing he could have done to avoid hitting the little girl but Tyrone
secretly preferred a death sentence. Being
given another chance to live his life only meant he was sentenced to a dead
life.
Tyrone emptied his glass
feeling dizziness blur him. Finally, he
felt pain fade. One more glass.
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