The fictional story is below this bit of truth so page down for the fiction, but this part is truth... I can tell you this, I was not the one drinking, when I got into the worst trouble of my life. Someone else was, and therefore they were not keeping good care of me like they promised my mother. At age three and a half years, while my baby sitter sat in a bar, with her mother, getting drunk, I ran out onto Speed Way on Santa Monica Beach and ended up under the tires of a car. I was crushed. The doctors said I would not live. But I did. But I could not have children and I still need some surgeries to correct the bone damage, that was inflicted in 1955. Sometimes you do not take a drink, the drink takes you - to places you do not like. Peace. And now the Story Begins.... And shell have fun, fun, fun, till her daddy takes her T-Bird away blared over the car stereo as she came round and down hill, on the road of Tujunga Canyon. She squirmed in her seat to the beat of the song, and held onto the steering wheel and kept her other hand on the cold beer, next to her down low, on the seat next to her, just in case the "5-0" drove by she had a great convertible, but it was so easy to see what she was doing, if you were anywhere near her car. Summer time in California, and school is out! Yahoo! Working her way towards the coast, she looked at her self in her rear view mirror and checked her make up, and how great her new sunglasses looked on her already tanned face. She could not wait to get the favorite spot on the beach, where all her friends gathered. She knew he would be there. Suddenly a little light blue Mustang convertible came out of no where, and up close to her rear end - and the driver started honking!! She sped up just a little, but she was doing the speed limit. She was already starting to feel the buzz of the beer, cuz she was not a heavy drinker. Not like some of her friends. They could sock away a case and still drive. Her, sheesh, she could not finish a 6-pack and stand up straight. But she had only had two before she got in the car, and had been sipping on this one, down the canyon road. She did not want to be too shy, when she got to the beach, cuz she knew he would be there! Sooo, beer it was, and just enough. Speeding up did not help. They were still close on her tail, and honking and yelling, and there just was too much traffic for them to pass safely. So she sped up just a little bit more
She reached for the stereo and turned it down. What had been giving her pleasure just a few minutes before, suddenly was getting on her nerves, bad! She looked in her rear view mirror and they were flipping their fingers at her, gesturing, and still making a racket! God, what did I do to deserve this? She sped up again, and started to worry and look for a safe place to turn out and let them pass. She was going fast enough that her tires were squealing now around every corner and she needed both hands now to hold the car in her lane. Why wont they back off? This went on for just a few miles more, when she made one last turn and thought, okay, I know that just further down the road, is that big drive way, big enough for me to pull in and stop and let them pass, when her beer next to her went flying on its side towards the passenger door and the floor - Oh God, Dad will smell the beer, shit and she reached, with one hand, and her steering wheel jerked a little to the right and she lunged and she heard the sickening sound of tires squealing, but not gripping the road and she looked up in time to see the very front end of her car heading straight for a power pole. There was a crash that was heard in each direction in the canyon, and people close by, out in their yards, looked up in time to see the power pole shatter and splinter, and the rear end of her car lift before slamming back down, and the little light blue Mustang convertible, swerve around her and continue on down the canyon road, throwing their open cans and bottles from their windows. The car threw up vapors from the front end, and there was the sound of hissing from it, and feet running towards it, someone was yelling, Call 911! And she did not feel anything. Absolutely nothing. Because she floated up and out of her body, towards the sun, looking back at what had been the home of her soul for 17 years. She saw a woman crying. She saw a man, trying to get the shell of her former self out of the car, struggling and sweating in the summer sun. Then she heard him say, God, shes gone. And she thought, Hes right. |
