The Accident
'I watched a part of myself slowly die because you don’t remember me anymore.’
I WAS CLEANING my room when the phone suddenly rang. I saw the caller ID and answered it. It was Noah, my boyfriend. We fought earlier this morning, and I was still mad at him.
“What do you want?!” I asked in an annoyed voice.
“Can you please calm down and talk to me? Please?” I heard him crying at the other end of the line.
“Will you let me explain? I’m on my way, Babe,” he added.
“Explain what? The picture itself shows what you did! What is there to explain, Noah? You were kissing Elaine in front of everybody at the party, and it looked like you were enjoying it. I could see it on your face—you were smiling.”
With all the anger I felt, I nearly cried, but I held it back because I wanted him to feel how furious I was.
“Please don’t say that. It’s not what you think—”
“What is it then? A dare? An accident? You tripped, and your lips landed on hers? Do you think I’m stupid?”
“No, of course not! But please, hear me out. I’m on my way,” he said, and I could feel that he was crying because his voice was
shaking.
“I won’t see you anyway,” I said firmly.
“Please, Helene. Just listen to me. I promise to be honest with you.”
“No. When I say no, I mean it, Noah. Do you understand? I don’t want to see your face right now. I hate you for kissing your best
friend. I hate her, and I don’t think I can forgive you for what you did. So please, don’t come here. I don’t want to see you begging because I won’t open the d—”
Krrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaakkk!!!!!!!
I was cut off by a loud creaking sound on the other line.
Booogsh!!
“Noah?! Noah? Are you okay?” I waited, but there was only silence.
I felt anxious. “Noah? Answer me, are you there?”
“Please, Noah, answer me. Noah! Noah?!”
My heart pounded in fear. I immediately checked my Life 360 app to see Noah’s current location. When I saw where he was, I ran there barefoot since it was just outside the subdivision.
WHEN I ARRIVED, all I saw was a commotion of people and two trucks completely wrecked. I immediately spotted Noah’s car and ran, desperately searching for him. Then, I saw his body covered in blood. I held him in my arms, shouting for help.
“Noah? HELP, PLEASE! CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
“Noah? Please wake up. Noah?”
Everything after that became a blur. All I can recall now is that we were taken by an ambulance, and I had to contact Noah’s parents about what happened.
