The White-Tailed Deer

A White-Tailed Deer is a reddish to grayish American deer with white on the belly and the underside of the tail. These damned animals are not afraid to prance out in front of your car when you are traveling at a fairly rapid speed, as I learned tonight while taking my girlfriend home.

It had been a long day of mindless relaxation, along with a few hours of work, which aloud for me to be well alert in the evening when my girlfriend Norah and I wanted to spend some quality time with a couple of friends. We hadn't been able to see our friends in a while considering we were expecting a child and Norah, on most nights needed to go to bed early to rest, as did I bearing in mind that having a teenage pregnancy is no walk in the park. However the time we spent with our friends that night seemed to go by faster then it ever had before. The sun had gone down and the air began to cool making the opportunity to head home just right.

We said our good-bye's and walked to the car, feverish for the fact that we would get to spend the last half hour of our night alone together in the car on the ride home. I wrapped my arm around Norah as she leaned her head into my side while we talked about our past, thinking specifically of previously times I had driven her home and put my arm around her. The sun roof open and the windows down made for a perfect summers night. I got off the highway and continued down a dark country road that lead to Norah's house. Her eyes were closed and mine were halfway there, the day had taken its toll on both of us.

I yelled shit as a deer, almost out of no where, ran directly in front of my car. It took a leap just as I hit it and slid up the hood of my car and onto my wind shield. I swerved a little bit and then slammed on my brakes. The deer continued to slide up my wind shield and onto the roof of my car when it folded its broken body into the perfect shape to slide down into my car through the open sun roof. By this time my car was stopped but the deer wasn't. It's head shivered in my lap as It kicked and jolted while it made the fiercest of screeching noises. Blood from its wounds poured out of its body all over the inside of my car, covering me and Norah. The strength of the deer seemed to be stronger do to the build up of adrenaline rushing through its veins, so the force of the kicks were almost unbearable as they pounded on my face and chest. I heard Norah's cries become louder than the cries of the deer, but I was unable to help due to the massive amount of weight being pushed upon my lap. Norah had been taking a worse beating then me due to the fact that she had to deal with being kicked over and over by the hind legs.

I was finally able to muster my way out of my car, allowing the deer to rush out of my door and run into the field next to us only to collapse a few feet away and die. I ran around to the other side of my car and opened the door to find my girlfriend sitting in a large puddle of blood. Her face was beat to a pulp, her clothes tattered, and her tears unremitting. I picked her up and laid her on the grass next to my car and realized the blood she had been sitting in was not only from the deer, but was also from her. The deer had kicked repeatedly into my girlfriends seven and a half month pregnant stomach, making it look as if my girlfriend were never even pregnant. Her tears were not caused by the pain she felt upon her own body, but the pain she felt for her child inside of her womb. It was as if the baby was leaving her body through her cries, only to know the world by seeping into the dirt the laid beneath Norah.

My arms trembled as I held Norah and cursed the heavens for allowing this to happen to us. Cars passed us on the road, people honked, teenagers yelled out of there windows at us, and the moon smiled as it slowly rose from above the tree line in the distance.

"Your troubles will subdue as your days fade away when your cries are no longer heard."

Tonight

In the midst of being a youth on the verge of breaking the social code, I denied myself the right to sleep for a cup of coffee in a less the normally crowded Denny's. The only people here are as follows: the usual skinny man who bugs all of the waitresses and sits close to the door in case he needs to make a break for it, and a group of kids, around my age maybe younger, asking way to much of Angela. The damn kid doesn't need three more pancakes. The first three already went straight to his chin. And the girl across from him doesn't need another mango tea, "THE REST OF YOUR PARTY IS LEAVING LITTLE GIRL CAN'T YOU SEE! NO NEED FOR THE EXCESS AMOUNT OF SUGAR BEFORE YOU GO HOME AND CRAP IT ALL OUT OF YOUR ASS HOLE!" Three more people just walked in, and the fourth person they were with was obviously to young to be coming to a Denny's at midnight, so of course, they had him/her in a baby carrier. This coffee is good, straight of the Coffea arabica, which is the firs type of coffee plant listed on wikipedia, I dont know shit about coffee. Somebody just instant messaged me saying they never get to see me and when they do its only for little spurts. I replied by telling them I was like rain. I only come around every once in a while but you never forget about me because when I do finally appear, I get you wet. Please don't put that trash bag on the tableeeeeeee.... ok. Thank you for topping me off Angela, you're the best. You'll never get that Homer Simpson doll skinny man, thats fifty cents wasted. Thats thirty seconds wasted.

What am I saying, I'm sitting at Denny's and I'm thinking to myself that someone else is wasting their time. What am I doing, nothing important, nothing worth taking note of, nothing I will remember as being life changing. This may as well have never happened, because If I'm not going to remember it in the future, what was the purpose of doing it? What's the meaning behind that little moments in life that we dont remember? Why do they need to happen? The sparks that they may eventually make on my future seem so miniscule they can't seem to be appropriately placed into a setting that would be considered a groundbreaking point in my life. The butterfly effect, that has to be real, right? That has to be the reason why the little moments in our lives that we cant remember happen. Purpose outweighs memory and potential outweighs present talent.