What I Was Feeling When I Hit Her
I hit her. I didn't know who it was, but I
hit her. She ran out into the road. I couldn't stop the car quick
enough. When I hit her, I panicked, so I kept driving. I was probably driving too fast on the
road. I definitely wasn’t going forty
miles.
Everyone assumed Gatsby was
the one driving. It wasn’t Gatsby. It was me.
I killed an innocent woman who ran out in the middle of the road for no
reason. Maybe if I had stopped the car I
could’ve helped. My gut, however, told
me to keep driving. Why didn’t I
stop? I wish I had stopped? Maybe it’s better that I kept driving. It was an accident, but an accident that
would’ve gotten me in trouble. I
could’ve gone to jail. Maybe it’s better
if I went to jail. At least I wouldn’t
have the stress of choosing between Tom and Jay.
I wonder what her life was
like before she died? Who was she
married to? Was she happy? Did she have everything she ever wanted? It’s hard to think about another person’s
life when you’re unhappy with your own.
Ever since Gatsby came back into my life, it has been hard for me. It was so much easier dealing with my husband
instead of falling in love with another man.
I hope she had a better life than I do.
(Myrtle)
ReplyDeleteDaisy, I don't know what I was thinking when I ran out in the road. I was distraught and upset because my husband George was screaming at me and I couldn't take it. I left from his grip on me and ran outside. It all happened so fast, but I knew the car kept going. Why couldn't you stop? You didn't know me or what I've done to you but you killed me and just kept driving. Did you even care if I was dead or alive? I don't understand your reasoning by why you never owned up to the fact that you were driving. You were the last person I saw before I blacked out...