Destiny Killed Me
Everything you are and everything you need has a funny way of culminating into one moment. That spark of life where destiny either lifts you to the stars or kills you where you stand. My moment was thirteen years ago. All warm air and moonshine. Jesse sitting across from me on an old checkers blanket. Crumbs dotted empty plates. Coke and whiskey in glass bottles.
“I love you,” he said. His voice was always like melted chocolate. Callused hands reached for me and I gladly let him pull me closer into a kiss. Heartbeats felt into rhythm. I was on fire with desire. Then I blinked.
Fire and earth burned into my skin. Blood sounded like screams, like the very ground beneath me was cracking open. Everything died. Jesse was nowhere to be seen.
I couldn't breath.
I pulled myself up, away from melting glass. Sirens split the night to shreds. I could see people but I wasn't sure they were real. I couldn't feel them. One took me to an ambulance. He drenched me in water, bandaged me up, shined lights in my eyes. I was fine... right?
“What's your name?” he asked. Brown eyes caught the red of the fires. Safe and dangerous. He brushed hair away from my ears.
“What's going on?” I asked. My tongue was heavy and limp. I wanted to lay down. Where was Jesse?
“There was-” A body appeared next to him. A hand on his shoulder.
“We will explain later,” another man said. I still can't remember what he looks like. “Your family is coming.”
“No. I can't.”
They put me in the ambulance, took me to the hospital. My family arrived once the doctors were sure I was safe. I was lucky according to them. Explosives pointblank would have obliterated anyone else. I learned much later Jesse made this happen. He scarred me for life. I had thought we were going to marry. I thought he was my destiny. Destiny killed me.