Beep Beep
I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor. White surrounded me as I tried to lift my head but only found it too heavy. My left hoof was wrapped in guaze. I was in a hospital.
"Oh my god is he okay?!" I heard a mare screech.
I looked up and saw my mother in tears above me. She sniffled and began to cry again.
"Wh-wh-where am I?" I questioned at the nurse I now saw visibly.
"You're in the hospital, dear." replied the nurse. "You passed out from alchoholic levels shortly after the car crash."
I frowned and carefully studied the room around me. My mother had her head on my father's shoulder, and he was looking depressed. My mother said, "We never should have let him drink."
"Drink?" asked the nurse, lifting an eyebrow. "Aren't you too young to drink?"
I sighed. "Yes, I don't know what got into me."
The nurse told me that that was illegal, and I said I'd never do it again. She nodded, and carefully got me some yogurt.
"So how long until I get out of here? I want to see my friend."
The nurse looked at me. "You mean the passenger in your convertible?"
"Yes."
My parents and the nurse exchanged glances and then she retreated to the subject of me. "Well, judging your injuries, you should be out in a minimum of 1 day."
"Why are you acting so weird? Where is my friend?" I demanded.
My mother cried again. "Honey?"
"Yes?"
"Rixton is dead."
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I never spoke again that whole time I was in the hospital. I simply lay on my pillow. The only time I spoke was when the nurse said: "How are you feeling?" and I answered "Depressed."
Once I got out of the hospital, I began blabbering about Rixton.
"How could you?" I promptingly asked my mother. "A joke on me?" but always her eyes told me she wasn't lying.
We attended Rixton's funeral the day after I got out. Rixton's parents were now threatening to sue my parents because I was driving the vehicle that killed their son. They were agruging so much until I said: "If I'd never been born, Rixton wouldn't be dead!"
When we left, my mother asked why I could say such a thing. I only said that it was true.
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I got back to school the day after that.
My girlfriend was in the back seat of the bus. Her name is Hermione. She's an exchange student from London, and she's really pretty. She's a blonde, with straight hair and red highlights. She has icy blue eyes and manicured hooves.
"Hey Addy." she said as I sat next to her
"Hey Hermy." I said in a gloomy voice
"What's wrong?" she prompted. "Is it Rixton?"
"YES!" I screamed at Hermione. "RIXTON IS DEAD AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!"
Hermione slowly scooted to the side and frowned.
"I was going to tell you I got into the Tech Institute." she said softly.
"That's it!" I cried.
"What?"
"I know how to get Rixton back!"