Return to sender
I guess who I am is irrelevant to the story, but what I did and why this brown paper box comes to me every year is what's going to blow your mind. I did something bad. I mean really bad. I have some issues with alcohol. I did all the things that come along with being an alcoholic. I also did the worst thing you could do as a drunk. I was at my favorite bar during the day drinking my favorite whiskey. When I was done I grabbed my car keys and began my drive home. Don't be alarmed because I would eventually tell this to the police, but we will get to this later. I would drink and drive on a regular basis because I knew my path home like the back of my hand. Even if I was blind I could drive home, that's how good I was. This particular day, my route was changed due to the big orange barrels that were blocking the road. I turned down a side street to go around, and she came out of nowhere, she had to be no more than six years old. No parents were around, the street was empty. No one came outside. I killed her. I saw the blood coming from her nose and ears. Her body was shaking, then she stopped. I panicked, I'm well off, and I have a high position at a major company, My wife, my kids. I have too much to lose, so I left. I know, what a crappy thing to do. I do think about her. A six year old child. I left her in the street dead. I went home and cleaned the blood off my car in the garage. My mind was racing. My wife said something to me but for the life of me, I can not tell you anything that she said that day. I couldn't tell you what anyone said that day for that matter. I hid, I watched the news trying to see if anything would come up about a hit and run. All the channels had nothing. I called all the hospitals and they didn't have any kids come in hit by a car. Part of me was relieved. I tried to rationalize what happened. Maybe it didn't happen. Maybe it was in my mind. Maybe I was so drunk I just thought that happened. I stayed home in bed for the next few days. I didn't drink, I didn't think about drinking, I just slept. My wife and kids thought I was sick. I was scared I would lose everything I built over this.
