We were in the car. We were cuddling close. He was in the middle back seat and I was in the right back seat. His dad was driving us home. It was raining hard.
His dad turned the radio onto the weather station
*SEVERE TORNADO WARNING FOR THE COUNTY. STAY INDOORS.*
That’s all it said. Over. and Over.
“I doubt a tornado will hit here” His dad said.
We were to busy cuddling to see the mass swarm of clouds above the car. They were swirling. It was severe. It was dangerous.
And that’s when the tornado dropped.
“Whoa. Look at the sky..” I said…
My boyfriend said “That’s….that…looks..like…a…tornado!” And sat up straight.
“My god…you’re right.” His dad said.
The tornado was hurling things in the air. Fences, tree’s, etc. It was dangerous. To be in this car. To be this close. It was almost…deadly.
I watched…at a plank of wood was swept up into the tornado. It neared us. We slowed down the car to a halt. There was no where to be. And we couldn’t get out. The tornado was coming straight for the car. It was going to go over us.
We waited.
All you could hear was the sounds of the ruthless winds.
The tip, tap of things hitting the car.
Then..the plank of wood that I saw earlier…went through the windshield…the middle of the ‘shield…right through my boyfriends chest. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. I watched as he screamed in agony. The blood pouring from his chest. Around us the sky seemed to clear. The clouds separated. and the storm was gone.
His dad got out of the car and went around to the side where I was. He opened the door and urged me to get out.
“Come on! There’s a house right over there!” He was tugging on me. Pulling me from my dying boyfriend.
“No!” I screamed. “I will not leave him. I can’t leave him here.” I was crying hard. Nothing was going to separate us. Not some storm. He was going to be alright. I just knew it.
“Michaelllllllll” I screamed. “Micheal no..” I was pressing on his chest. Trying to apply pressure like all the doctor shows said to do.
“It’s no good…” His dad said through tears. ”He’s gone.”
“He’s not.”
I looked into my boyfriends eyes. They were still alive and filled with pain and fear.
“I love you..” I whispered through sobs.
And I kissed him one last time.
I have one…just it’s not in my room.
