I had no idea that I would die that day, along with so many other people. It’s been ten years and I still look back and wonder how that day got so fucked up. I had been looking forward to that holiday all summer long. Four of us had rented a cabin for Labor Day weekend, early September. It was our last party before University started for another year. We wanted to finish summer with a bang. Boy, did we ever. I blamed a lot of people during those ten years, but never myself. It’s so hard to own something that tragic. It’s all my fault. Everyone’s death, everyone’s blood is on my hands. I still kill to avenge their deaths. # Tabitha and I stopped at the last liquor store before the cabin to load up on alcohol. Scott and Allison pulled in behind us in their Jeep Cherokee. The sun was high, the air on fire, and we were sweating like crazy. My old Buick didn’t have air conditioning, so Tabby and I had driven for the past three hours with the windows down. “Scott, how about this heat?” He looked at me, raised his sunglasses to his forehead and winked.
