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Tickets to Heaven
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 Created on 2-3-08
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The car is groaning, trying its hardest not to let the shower of snow stop it. I push the peddle deeper into the floor, going well over the speed limit. The wipers on the window are hastily scraping away the falling snow and ice, leaving a clear window. Ice has covered the trees around me, leaving them glistening in the clear night while the moon lights up the world.
The time is later than I planned; my boyfriend will be getting anxious. The rock concert tickets in the back seat wait for his greedy hands to smudge the newness from their protective covers. It is my boyfriend's birthday, and this is his present. Soon I see the porch light that struggles to breathe through the snow. Todd is waiting with a jacket, not planning on letting my car soothe its engine.
"You look nice," I say as he climbs into the passenger seat with a lit cigarette in his mouth,"The tickets are in the back, but before you grab them, please throw that disgusting thing out into the snow." He mumbles a reply inaudible for my ears and tosses the rolled tobacco into the abyss of white. Then, Todd reached into the grubby seat behind us to scrounge for the two tickets.
"You should really think about cleaning up this disgusting car," he complained, "it cramps my style."
"What style? I am your style." I say playfully, turning the volume down on the radio so that I can talk to my boyfriend. His caramel colored hair is combed into his usual shaggy look. His pants are tight, his shirt completely red for the occasion. He smiles at me, a voluminous smile that crinkles the edges of his eyes and shows of the dimples he despises much.
"Yeah, whatever Tish. You just think you're so cool cuz you got us tickets to see Styx. Besides, it is my birthday, the least you could do would be to give me some credit for my style." he said playfully. Styx was his favorite band, and just about everyone knew it. He gripped the tickets as if they would be vaporized if he loosened his hold for just a second. He soddened shoes soaked the floorboards, leaving imprints of his skater shoe on the carpet.
"So, what do you think of my outfit?"I dared to ask. He looked me head to toe, and being a smart guy, said the right thing in order not to get his butt kicked.
"I think you look awesome. The hair is a nice touch." Todd said, commenting my pulled back hair with a pick strip down the side of my bangs. Laughing at his remarks, I steadily guided my car through the turns of the back roads guiding us to the outdoor concert. The snow seemed determined to keep us from reaching our destination.
Suddenly, the wheels on the car slipped, sending me and my boyfriend spiraling across the road into a nearby ditch. The car flipped, hitting a tree and finally coming to a resting point near the edge of a roadside stream. All through the incident, my boyfriend and I were screaming and shielding our faces from the glass that came through the open air space between us.
I woke up what I later determined to be several hours, my parents still believing that Todd and me were at the concert. My head ached and my face and arms were sticky with blood. I was sitting upside down in my seat, my belt the only thing holding me in the car. Gradually undoing the fabric belt, I fell to a snowy floor, or ceiling, of my old car. Dazed, I slowly turned over onto my back, feeling tiny shards of glass against my shirt. Above me, on my seat, I could see my blood splattered against the black leather, the steering wheel completely knocked off and a white bag floating gently in the breeze.
Suddenly remembering about Todd, I turned my head to the side and gasped. Next to me, was an empty seat. Glass shards stuck into it were Todd should have been. Then, I found my strength and crawled out the window, or at least, where the window had been. Still crawling, I began to explore the immediate area. Upon reaching the stream, I grimaced at what I saw. There, lying face up, was Todd.
The water that flowed past him was a translucent pink that his blood still stained. A deep gash of his flesh staggered itself across his head, the blood still flowing from it. I needed only one look to know that he was dead. I went over to him and grabbed his cold, motionless hand. The fingers had scratches on them were the glass had flown into them as he protected himself. After holding his hand, I weeped for a time that seemed endless. I lyed my body against his, the tickets still held by his hands. Finally, I sat up with great effort. Reaching into my zipped pocket, I pulled out my phone. Seeing the signal, I dialed 911. While I was still weeping, an ambulance came and took me to the hospital. Todd was pronounced dead at the scene, and zipped up in a body bag.
The tickets are in a frame, next to his dimpled smile. Every day I am alive, I think about him, and know that those tickets are still with him, for he is holding onto them so that I may still have my connection to him.
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i think this is well written i like it |
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