Marcus's Cries

“Wake up Alena.” His hands are pushing harder on my chest. I have too much to live for. This is not going to take me after everything else. This is not how I will die! I start screaming. I am trying to pull myself back down, down to my body.

My body jolts, eyes opening wide. I am lying on the pavement, Marcus looking over me, as I take a breath. Had I just died?

“Alena.” Marcus’ voice makes me realise how real this is. His eyes are full of panic as he pulls me farther away from the car as we watch it explode. That could have been me!

I feel fine. I’m not in pain, just shock. I could have died. I had died. I drove while drunk. These are country roads which is a good thing because, had it been a busy road, anyone could have gotten hurt.  

“How the hell did you survive that? We need to get you to the hospital.” My head begins shaking. He is not taking me to the hospital. I feel totally fine.

“No hospital.” My words are quiet.

“A