Traded places

As I sped down the highway the wind was howling by me as I drove through the rain.

I hated driving in this type of weather. It brought back too many memories that I had tried so hard to bury.

On the outside, I had a seemingly perfect life, but trust me it was anything but perfect. To the outside world I was a nice 20 year old young woman that was working though college.

No one knew that I had a secret was one that could shatter that whole image that I had created for myself.

I had killed my best friend when I was 17.

I didn't mean to kill him. We were driving back home one night.

We had stayed out later than we had planned to and I made a dumb mistake that had cost him his life.

We stayed out past our curfew, which was something that we had both never done, but we decidded to live a little.

I had promised him that we would be fine and that we could just speed home and make it with time to spare.

Looking back I wish I would have never said those words. I should have listened to him when he begged me to head home, instead, I convinced him of my 'foolproof' plan.

We left the fair at 11:55 that night. With our curfew being midnight. We both lived 15 minutes from the fairgrounds. (he lived next to me)

I stomped on the gas pedal, determined to make it in time.

He was nervous that his parents would yell at him. So I turned on the radio to help calm his nerves a little bit.

Somewhere in the middle of the dark highway, that was wet with the rainwater that had fallen a few hours prior, Taylor Swift on the radio, and me being a complete idiot. He screamed at me to slow down.

But it was too late. I ran a stop sign and was T-boned by a massive ford truck.

He died on impact.

I was the one to call the cops as I held his body in my arms, there had been no saving him. He was gone....

There has not been a single day that has passed that I haven't wished that I was the one that had died that day.

The days after the accident were a complete blur. Nothing made sense.

All I remember is this overwhelming feeling of guilt, and apologizing to his parents over a hundred times in those next days.

They told me that it wasn't my fault and that it was his time to go. But I knew what they really thought of me.

I was no longer their son's best friend. I was the girl who killed their son.

I was the girl that should have been in the casket, not their son.

And I have to live with that.

And on that dark night, with the wind blowing and the rain pouring on my car. I made a choice.

I chose to see him again, I had thought about it ever since that night. I had always wondered how though.

And then it was clear, I would trade places with him. I was supposed to die that night, not him.

And so thats what would happen, tonight.

Without giving it a second thought. I turned my car to the right. Headfirst into oncoming traffic. Killing me almost immediately.

That's all I remember.

First, it was just a black hollow abyss.

And then I felt his arms around me again.

And it felt like I was finally home.....