by Anonymous | Score: 900
My head grows heavy and my sight grows dim. Maria was my best friend and partner for 16 years, and now she's gone.
When I come to, a nurse is standing over my as I lie there by Maria's bedside, with an oxygen b
bottle in her hand. She has not had time to apply the mask to my face. She does it now.
I could have sworn I had not drunk all that much. But I ran that red light like a fool. They got Maria out with the Jaws of Life, but it was too late, and she died at the hospital.
I hoped I would be next.