Creative Writing-Sacrifice (WALLACE)

From: "WALLACE"

It wasn't then, when I left the safety and the bliss of my police cruiser, onto the cold dirt road till I thought of what happened the year before.

1999 was the year. It was the 14th of December from what my mind leads me to recall. The daisies were still in bloom beside the road that year. Ray Bands over my head, on top of the flipped up hair of my old self, driven by self motivators such as the bed I was to sleep in every night, or the warmth of the crackling fire at night, with my wife's even warmer hands in mine.
Let's just say I was much more motivated then..

Soon from the long halls of the station house
I was delivered for the day and went to get an abundance of gas for the night after.
In the middle of getting some

gas I caught a glimpse of my old childhood friend, Wood. I shouted silent screams and danced in my head of a beat to the song of knowing my old friend was through those doors to that very convenience store. My fingers slipped and dropped the nozzle and little drips of gas followed behind me as I practically leaped through the doors to greet him, my old best friend, In the second aisle from the front door. My voice cracked as I tried to get a breath in, I was too excited to even gather my words to speak.

"Wo- Wood!" I huffed long breathes.
My eyes didn't noticed that his entire face was completely expressionless and his pupils were blank.
"Wal- Wallace. Remember me we were roomies back in 87' the 87 pair? You know all about that. Our old on going joke?"
I wasn't high, I wasn't imagining this but still.

It felt that way.
As I baffled look came across my face Woods' head fell straight down onto the various Oreos and the various food stuffs that were in my line of vision. One foot after the other, walking to the aisle that he was in I flew my eyes to the clock. 9:00, it read and crack of the sunset was no longer on the horizon. When I got there, so slowly I have him a jolt on the shoulder no response. A kick, a spit and yet still! No answer.
One punch on the side lead him to have his head go father down than it was already, reveling a slit all around his neck and a pale chin. His head moved back and then forward again slowly falling down allowing his neck to become ten more inches and as his head fell down to the floor of the gas station his spine fell with it. There was blood on the spine dripping down that soaked his head with red, clarifying the whiteness of it. It thumped on the floor splashing the pool of blood that echoed off the walls, hitting me with his blood on my forehead. his head and body laid there separate. I remember my internal being wanting me to scream so, so hard. I couldn't. Also I remembered feeling speechlessness that was indescribable.. An emotion hitting me too hard to even let a word

out.
I checked all the doors inside nothing but empty, everything inside and outside was a ghost town and no cars. The only light was from the lamps that illuminated the parking lot.
I took a last look at the ruined image of my past friend and left. The doors opened and I was out, with the metal taste in my mouth. When I got back into my onyx looking Porsche I transitioned from my non expression full face, I broke out in tears crying over the one I once knew and screamed for an hour in what it felt like silence.

That image never fell from my mind.
Just that moment. Just remembering it colored my whole night as I walked up to the overgrown rest of the house that was still there.