I had a confused look on my face so she explained.
"Sigh... My dad past away a dew years ago in a bar shooting. His best friend shot him. Ironic right? Ever since then my mom has been drinking it away and blaming me for everything. I honestly don't know what to do with her because eveytime..." Then she puls her top up higher them it already it, making my blush a bit, revealing a colloge of bruises.
"So I hang out here! But I ever find the 'best friend' that did this to my father ooo when I find him...."
She went on, but that's when I noticed something.
The way she played with her bleach blonde hair. The way her green eyes shined.
The way her dimples were slightly higher then her smile.
It all looked the same
Then I remembered that night.
"Come on Jamie!" She yelled from the front seat of my Chevy Matador. Her bleach blind hair poking out from under a pink Santa hat. Her green eyes giving me an annoyed look. "Ya just wait I need my hat" it was snowing hard and the wind hit me as soon as I step outside. We hop in the car and make our way to school. "Shit it's cold. So why am I driving you again?" "I need my notes! There's a test on Monday and if I don't pass it the-" "ooh! Shh! Shh! Shh!" She turns up the radio then gives my a huge smile. Oh no. I knew that look. She takes a deep breath. "Mom please...." "I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BAAAAALL!" At the top of her lungs. After a few seconds I joined in too. The chorus comes on one more time and my mom breaks out into a total dance. "Mom be careful" I say. She sings louder. Suddenly the car jerks to one side then the other and poof it's white. My head spins and my visions blurry. Cracked. No that was just the windshield. The glass cut my face and it got all over my jacket. My arm was numb too. I look over at mom. Her face was turned away but it hung on her neck weird. "M-mom". I says I shake her with my good arm. "Mom p-pl-please!" I stroke her bloody tangled hair. "Please" I whisper. The sirens got louder and I heard voices. But then it got really cold and dark.