Missing Piece (Short Story)

Missing Piece

I didn’t know if I could do it, with help, without it I knew that I could not. It was a fact that I needed people, that I needed support, especially now, this was a whole new ball game, a whole new life.

I was leaving the hospital, but I could never ,eave what happened. I could never put it behind me, I would always live with what happened.

I had nearly died that night, how could I have been so stupid?

He was three sheets to the wind, and I knew it, but at seventeen I had learned that you really aren’t invincible. That you really can get hurt, that. even kids can get hurt, when F150’s and Coors are combined.

He was three sheets to the wind, and still I got into that truck, the smell of soured beer clinging into the air, making me want to gag, but I loved him.

I nearly died for him, that truck flipped over, as if it were a leaf flying in the wind.

He got out with barely a scratch, I wasn’t as lucky.

It was the passenger side that took the brunt of the damage, I soon found myself trapped in the car.

Was the fuel line hit?

Would I die in a fiery inferno.

Why did I get in that truck.

Because at seventeen you don’t think about consequences when you think you are in love.

He didn’t love me, not really, I learned that in the hospital when I learned that they had to take…