Unfortunate Accident Novels & Stories

“This looks like a tear, like you skied your hand on concrete. How did you…” “It was an accident. My motorcycle swerved off the road.” The disappointment settled on Stacy like a dark cloud. One that judged me fiercely. “You’re the last person I expect to be taking an accident lightly.” I wasn’t taking it lightly, I just pretended it didn’t exist. Marilyn was in one accident and she died. I’ve managed to involve myself in about three and all I was getting were scars. Marilyn should have gotten the scars instead. “You can’t tell anyone,” I said.

His hand slipped from mine as they wheeled him into the ER, and I was left outside, staring at blood that wasn’t mine all over my skin. I called Bianca. My voice broke as I stammered the words: accident, hospital, hurry. By the time she arrived, I was collapsed on a bench, weeping like a child. She pulled me into her arms, whispering promises Damien would be fine, but I couldn’t believe it. Not until I saw him open his eyes again. Hours passed. Clara came. His father pressed a coffee into my shaking hands. They tried to comfort me, but guilt gnawed at me like a hungry beast.

Apparently, my father had stolen his younger brother's business ideas, and when Luke came asking for compensation, father had kicked him out. My accident had been the result of the feud between the two brothers. It was supposed to be my father, but that day I had chosen to take his car out for a ride without realizing that the breaks had been cut. The accident had been fatal, but thankfully I had survived. Uncle Luke had been arrested and sentenced to thirty years in prison for attempted murder, and I had been left paralyzed from my waist down, while the cause of everything stood before me calling it a stupid accident.

“Do you feel better? Where did the accident happen? How did the accident happen?” Uncle Victor gazed at her and said calmly. “It was a brake failure. Lately, there has been a lot going on that I barely had time to take the car to the mechanic for a checkup. Now, the car is damaged beyond repair. I must say my being alive is a testimony.” Nita stared at Uncle Victor pitifully. “If only our lives could be free from chaos! The car is gone but I am grateful that you are alive. The popular saying goes, when there is life, there is hope.”

Hence, for more than ten years, I wore it constantly and never took it off until three years ago. Right before my childhood friend, Jane Eyre, was about to leave the country to study abroad, she was suddenly involved in a devastating car accident. After trying to save her for three days and three nights, the doctors told us that her condition was critical and that she probably wouldn’t survive the night. To save her, I took off the bracelet that had protected my life for years and slipped it onto Jane’s wrist while she lay in a deep coma. If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well.

The accident felt less like an accident. And much more like a tragedy that had chosen the wrong victim.

When the backup arrived , he and Jonz left the hospital Mr.welsh arrived at home with blood on his clothes, "what happened," his wife asked. Mr.welsh explained everything to his wife, then he took his bath, and went to bed with his wife.

Aurelia P.O.V I frowned when the rain suddenly poured heavily. I think it was less than ten minutes when we started traveling and then it was like this and the rain caught up with us. I didn't expect it to rain either because the weather seemed to be nice all day, it wasn't overcast earlier either so it was surprising that the rain suddenly came down hard. "Where are we going Gilbert?" I asked him a little annoyed when I noticed that he turned to a different road, I really noticed because I have never experienced going through the one he turned now.

"It's a target painted on your back, on everyone you care about. The second you let people see what matters to you, they use it against you." He thought of his mother then, of her smile that last morning, promising to pick him up from school, to get him ice cream. She'd been on her way to him when it happened, when the brakes failed on that winding road. Or so the police had said. Brake failure. Mechanical error. An accident. Owen had known better. Owen had cornered him at the funeral, voice low and urgent, explaining the real mechanics of their world, how enemies moved in the shadows, how they struck at the very heart of what you loved most.

However, in a moment of misjudgment, Max failed to secure one of the safety lines properly, leading to a catastrophic error. As Jimmy descended, the weakened safety line suddenly gave way, causing him to plummet uncontrollably towards the ground. Despite Max's desperate attempts to grab hold of the rope and stop the fall, it was too late. The impact upon reaching the ground was fatal, instantly claiming Jimmy's life. Max, was paralyzed by shock and overwhelmed with guilt, was unable to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired. He blamed himself entirely for the accident, feeling that he had failed Jimmy when he needed him the most. The weight of remorse and grief consumed him, ha