TW: CAR ACCIDENT

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Jack POV

I woke up in complete darkness. I didn’t know where I was. Panic started rising in me. I tried to get up but I was somehow not able to. I was captured in a blanket. I started kicking and punching it but it didn’t get easier, it just got more constricting. I tried to scream but I couldn’t. I was mute. I continued to kick for some more, my breathing getting fast and panicked until something lightly touched my head.

“Shh, Jack, it’s me, Alex.” Alex. I was okay. Safe. He removed the blanket from my upper body and I just lay there for a while but then I burst into tears. He took my head in his lap and gently stroked my hair. “Shh. You’re safe,” he said repeatedly.

I kept crying, I was so scared, somehow the memories had resurfaced. I missed him so much. It was all my fault. I needed to talk about this right now, otherwise I’d go insane.

“Alex… I need to tell you,” I said while sobbing.

“Tell me what?” he said softly.

“About what happened,” I said. He nodded and gave me the glass of water from his nightstand. I took a sip and my breathing calmed down notably.

“It happened… a few years ago. I just miss him so much. He was drunk driving and got on the wong side of the road and... didn’t see the car that was coming. He died and everything… just went down from there.”

Alex didn’t say anything for some time. Then he asked something.

“Who was he?”

“My d-dad,” I sobbed. The pain was there with full strength again, knocking all the air out of my lungs. Alex held me closer and rubbed my back.

“Is the crash how you got your scar?” he asked. I nodded.

“Everything my dad had built up went down the gutter after he died. I miss him so much, it’s all m-my f-fault, I should have told him not to drive in the state he was in,” I managed to say between sobs. It was true. The other driver had had us pay a lot for all the damage and the injuries he had gotten and we had become poor. My mum had become depressed and had started to drink. My siblings were older than me so I hadn’t seen them that often.

“No it’s not your fault. He should’ve known not to drink and drive,” Alex replied. I started to cry again as the image of my dad looking realizing what was happening showed up in my mind again.

“Still… I just m-miss him so m-much,” I said. Alex tried to soothe me by rubbing my back for some more and gently rocking me. It helped a little bit. I cried for so long, I didn’t have any tears left when I finally stopped. I cried for my father, my family, the home I had once had and the chances I had not taken. I cried about all the things I had suppressed for so long.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep soon. Alex held me and spooned me, his strong arms protecting me.

Notes

So now you know what happened... What do you think about it?

-Laura