I Killed It....

A Dramatization of what happened a few nights ago..

Chapter 1

I killed it.

by: Cinderkit
There was no time to react. I saw it charge across the road in front of me, desperate to make it to the other side, seemingly oblivious to the headlights of my car. My foot began to move to hit the brakes, but it was too late. There was a loud thud followed by the sound of blood splashing against the pavement. My foot hovered over the breaks, deliberating whether to stop the car or not. But I could not think straight. I just stared straight ahead, shocked and afraid. My mind was completely empty and my body reacting on its own as I rolled up the windows and my foot pushed on the gas pedal. I followed the winding road in front of me, never once looking back.

Then the full realization of what had just happened hit me. Hot tears rolled down my face as I hyperventilated and struggled to breathe properly. What have I done? I asked myself over and over again.

You killed it.

With that one thought I broke down even harder. My tears blurred my vision and made it harder to concentrate on the road. My mind split into two pieces. One good, one bad.

"You murdered it." one side yelled at me.

"There was nothing I could have done!" I screamed back. It was true though, there was nothing I could have done. I had slowed to a crawl without realizing it. Traffic zoomed past me in slow motion as I tried to take control of my emotions. The scene replayed in my head over and over again; the sound of the blood splashing against the pavement like a broken record. I gasped for air as I pulled into the nearest gas station. I yanked the keys out of the ignition and tried to wipe the tears away but new ones would quickly follow.

Get up. My mind told me. Move around. My body obeyed and I slowly left my car. I walked to the front, took a deep, shuddering breath, and looked at the bumper. The front was smashed in with specks of blood dotting the bumper. I gasped and wrapped my arms around my body. The damage was worse than I thought.

When I got home that night my mother expressed shock and distress at the damage. "Are you sure what you hit was a raccoon?" She would ask me over and over again. Of course I was sure. The image of the poor creature darting across the road and the sound of blood splashing against the pavement would never leave me.

My father just laughed at me. "Why are you so upset? It's just an animal." Don't worry about the damage, the insurance will cover most of it...

It's just an animal...

I told my friends, they laughed at me as well when I told them how I reacted. "It's just an animal, stop freaking out so much."

It's just an animal...


It wasn't just an animal to me.



Sooo..yeah. This is a true story, I hit a raccoon the other day driving home and it freaked me out. I definitely made it sound a lot more dramatic, I thought it would be interesting. :P

Do you guys think it so weird to be physically shaken after killing an animal? Should I have just shrugged it off? I deeply care for animals so that's part of it. It was just so sudden and I kinda felt like a murderer. I didn't expect that kind of extreme reaction to it.

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