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(★) text me when you get home by kenjibea (★)
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Dec 09, 2024 06:37PM
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this is a story about grief and the after effects of losing a loved one. i was inspired after hearing a story that happened to someone at my school where in a car crash, 2 people died.
my story is VERY loosely based off a true story that has effected a lot of people.
in this story, the main character, ashlyn, struggles with depression after she loses her brother [matthew] in a freak accident. he was driving on the freeway, his friends in the backseat. he's drunk. he thought it was fine, it was only one drink, right? but no, they spiral off the road when their car runs into a divider and the car flips.
ashlyn was texting him during all of this. he had been texting her back. matthew was drunk, even when it was against their religion, he had been peer pressured into trying. just once.
at one point he had stopped texting her. 2 hours later, she gets the news.
this story is about a struggle with grief, addiction, and guilt.
the last text she ever sent to him was when the heart monitor had been flatlined for 5 minutes. "text me when you REALLY get home"
...that's my story.
my story is VERY loosely based off a true story that has effected a lot of people.
in this story, the main character, ashlyn, struggles with depression after she loses her brother [matthew] in a freak accident. he was driving on the freeway, his friends in the backseat. he's drunk. he thought it was fine, it was only one drink, right? but no, they spiral off the road when their car runs into a divider and the car flips.
ashlyn was texting him during all of this. he had been texting her back. matthew was drunk, even when it was against their religion, he had been peer pressured into trying. just once.
at one point he had stopped texting her. 2 hours later, she gets the news.
this story is about a struggle with grief, addiction, and guilt.
the last text she ever sent to him was when the heart monitor had been flatlined for 5 minutes. "text me when you REALLY get home"
...that's my story.
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my story is..."
so...idk abt everyone else but IM crying
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random quote from my story:
i watch as they take the tube from his mouth. i watch as the heart monitor flatlines. i watch as my only brother grows paler by the second.
i watch.
i watch.
i watch.
the beeping has become white noise at this point. the blood in my ears roaring as eevryone around me is in tears. but tears won't come. i have to be strong. if i'm not. no one else will. we can't all spiral. i can't spiral. it's not my time to be messed up. i'm not allowing myself to.
numb.
numb.
numb.
a single tear falls. i can't allow that to happen again. it won't happen again. nothing like this will ever happen again.
i'm fine. i have to be fine. i have to be okay. i have to be perfect.
i grab my phone from the nearby bedside table, mentally cursing as i witness my hand shake. i look down at the screen and press my brother's contact.
"text me when you get home."
twenty-six letters.
seven words.
words i shouldn't've texted.
words that caused him to be distracted.
words that made him die.
it's all my fault.
i watch as they take the tube from his mouth. i watch as the heart monitor flatlines. i watch as my only brother grows paler by the second.
i watch.
i watch.
i watch.
the beeping has become white noise at this point. the blood in my ears roaring as eevryone around me is in tears. but tears won't come. i have to be strong. if i'm not. no one else will. we can't all spiral. i can't spiral. it's not my time to be messed up. i'm not allowing myself to.
numb.
numb.
numb.
a single tear falls. i can't allow that to happen again. it won't happen again. nothing like this will ever happen again.
i'm fine. i have to be fine. i have to be okay. i have to be perfect.
i grab my phone from the nearby bedside table, mentally cursing as i witness my hand shake. i look down at the screen and press my brother's contact.
"text me when you get home."
twenty-six letters.
seven words.
words i shouldn't've texted.
words that caused him to be distracted.
words that made him die.
it's all my fault.
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not me just noticing that i spelled "everything" wrong
“Hi yes, New York Times? I think I just found you a new bestseller. Title, oh yeah, I have it right here. Text me when you get home. Hits hard right? Okay, you’ll consider, thanks. Okay bye-bye.”
