2This was an assignment from my college writing class. We had to write a one page, double spaced story. Here it is :
One little mistake. One little argument. Those are the reasons I now lay broken on the asphalt. The flashing lights of the emergency vehicles are the only source of light in my blood splattered world. As my consciousness wavers, my mind replays the earlier events.
Running out of the house, I let loose a string of profanity and told him where he could stick his apology. I flung the door of my neon open and scrambled in, slamming it so hard the sound echoed down the empty street. Petal to the floor, I raced out of the driveway. I cursed my boyfriend's name loudly, then decided that right then was a perfect time for a smoke.
I fumbled around in my purse for a moment, pulling out my Camels and black Bic. Sticking the cigarette between my lips I struggled to light it, while I held on to the steering wheel with one hand. After a few failed attemps, I steadied the wheel with my knee and put my head down to light the cigarette in the barrier I formed with my hands.
I took exactly one drag. When I looked up the only thing I saw was the brights of an F350. We collided with an earsplitting metallic crunch. I forced the battered door open and contortioned my way out of the car, which now resembled a crushed soda can. I collapsed to the ground seconds after I left the wreckage and watched the flashing lights move closer.
Waking up, all I see is sterile white blindind me. A soft beeping comes from my right and I feel wires crisscross my chest. When I try to move, an arm reaches out and pushes me down. When the owner of the arm comes into veiw, I see it's Jimmy, my boyfriend. His face is the last thing I see as the darkness pulls me under one last time and I know he loves me.