June the 3rd 1989 a date etched in my mind, a date that would change my world completely, the day that bastard took my life away from me.

My new bride of only six months was driving home from work on a cool autumn night when a drunk driver jumped a red light .She did not die straight away but did so on the way to the hospital, the drunk escaped with very minor injuries (isnt that always the case).

Now four years later i still miss her, time does not heal the pain it just fades away to the back of your mind. Tonight i am going out to try and move on but its not easy because the guilt inside rots me, why her? and not me a question that i ask myself every day.

Its funny in a way the things you take for granted, things that might happen perhaps ten times in your lifetime like watching a sunset together, going for a drive and getting lost and blaiming each other than realising that its quite funny in a way.

Tonight i am going to finely face my past and sort myself out, i have not touched alcohal for four years but tonight i need it badly, not to much, just enough to help me get through tonight. The queens head had not changed one bit , as i walked in that familer smell was still there, it was the smell of stale beer, fag smoke, body odour and old furniture, there was a few faces i remember from four years ago but not many, a few gave me a quick nod than turned away looking for their own answers at the bottom of their glass. I took my drink to a small quiet cubicle and sat and watched, across from me was a man i knew, i think his name is peter but im not sure, i nod my head towards him as a sign of recognition but he looks at me gone out and turns away, perhaps he didnt recognise me or its not the person i thought it was . The drink seems to take away the pain inside my head, i know its still there, its just hiding behind my alcoholic haze, waiting to pounce on me when i let my guard down, but for now the beer is keeping it at bay, i now realised how much i relied on beer, Emma used to hate it saying that alcohol turned me into a " dickhead ". she was right of course, she was right about everything but i never admited it to her. I didnt notice the women next to me , she sat there with a big smile on her face she asked " will you buy me a drink mate " i said yeh what do you want ill have a double vodka and orange please , she looked ok in the dark cubicle perhaps late 30s she was wearing a small tight top, black leather jeans and black stiletoes, scrubber was my first thought but that was another fault of mine Emma always said that i judged peaple to quick , but hey it was company.As the night went on the women who id forgot her name already was beginig to bore me, i noticed that her arms were deeply scarred i wasent sure if they were self inflicked or from an accident but you could tell from her heavily made up eyes that she was a deeply sad person with a past, perhaps a dad or partner that abused her but something troubled her . I made my excuse to the women and left as i left the pub i looked over my shoulder to see the women had attached herself to another lone man "poor bloke" i thought , the autumn night was cool and very quiet apart from the distant shouting and screaming from the young peaple leaving the pubs to go to the first of many nightclubs in town, god if only i could turn the clock back four years perhaps it would have been me and Emma going to a club but realaty soon kicks in and realise that im on my own. As i head across town i visit the places Emma loved, the riverbank, buryshead park, the castle diner, all the places we used to visit together....... My head feels numd from the beer , years ago i could drink anybody under the table a fact i was stupidly proud of but now things have changed my head is clear with what i have to do, my life has been racing towards this night , four years in just a blink , prison was not that bad, i should have been given life not eight years with parole in four for good behaviour , exactly four years tonight i should have listened to Emma she said "you have drank to much let me drive" dont be stupid i said im fine . I didnt see the red light all i saw was the back of the escort as we rammed into the back of it . Like i said before Emma did not die straight away, her face was completely caved in , she was still breathing but it was like a horrible gurgling sound , she drowned in her own blood and vomit 15 minuites later. MY body was unscathed , the docter said that because i was three times over the limit my body was relaxed on impact. I make my way to the train station for my final detination ,the train should arrive soon approximately 3 minuites , i stand on the platforn looking out for my train , i can see my breath in the cold autumn night , my mind his clear and calm i didnt think it would be this easy i was finely escaping my past, peaple will call me a coward but how many others could do this. As the train speeds towards the station i know it is not going to stop, thats why i chose this one. My final thoughts are of peace, escape and Emma as the train takes away my pain.

this is not my story but i want to use it's style, i'm putting my time into a short story that goes into great detail about the littlest of things making them seem really significant

good idea, i like doing that sometimes as well

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my story is going to be about a drug dealer facing death on the hardened gang streets

You need to seperate that into paragraphs. It was kinda hard to read.

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yeah tru
thanks :D