Dating...what if...Part II

...the rotating blue and red lights continued to just push a every-so-throbbing headache deeper into my skull. His flashlight going from eye to eye made me want to puke, we won't even discuss the problem with walking.
I had made it into town, barely, but the swirving I unknowingly did cost me, big. The officer got me just into town, right past the nursing home, he loves sitting there, waiting, stooping, for the poor suckers like me who wanted to be cool for one night.
I got home, my parents were awakened by the officer, needless to say...disappointment couldn't even describe the look on their sickened faces.
"It's alright, we'll take him from here, thank you.", my mother said, and shut the door.
The lights got turned on, the yelling began, and it ended with me walking to my bedroom, slamming the door, and I think I got to the bed.
In the morning I awoke near the toilet, I had no idea why I was there until I attempted to stand. Then it all came rushing back.
"You're grounded, no driving, no extra-curricular activities! You're done, what were you thinking!?!?", the loud voices stirred in my head. I just laid back down on the floor.
It felt like hours had rushed by until one of my parents tried to open the door and hit my foot.
It was mom.
"Get up", she said sharply.
I got up, and started to walk away.
"Oh no, we're not done, start cleaning the bathroom, after that, you've got the house, the dishes, your bedroom, got any homework? That's next, in the kitchen, away from the computer, give me your cell phone. You're lucky to be alive.", and with that, she was gone. Witches have a tendency to do that, swoop in, make your life awful, and then gone before you know it.
The next few days were a blur, wake up, eat, shower, clean, homework, eat, bed...over and over and over, it was a long weekend. Not too often can I say that I was looking forward to school on Monday.
School starts at 8:30, that feeling of wanting to be there was over by 8:35.
"Dude, heard you got busted!", the druggy said to me.
"Way to go! You rebel.", the future hooker hissed at me.
My friends ignored me, my teachers turned their backs, practice was...ungodly painful.
"One of you decided to have some fun this weekend, and got caught! We're going to run the booze out of you!", and we ran...and ran...and ran.
No one, I had no one, and sadly I had no one to blame, but myself...well...that and...her.
Two nights later I got a knocking at my door, it was Rachel.
"Hey stud! How are you doing tonight?"
"Fine", was all I could mutter out of my mouth.
"What's wrong? You seem upset,", she asked as she placed her tan, slender arms around my shoulders an neck.
"You did this. You brought me into this mess, you corrupted me, caused me to get into these problems! You did it! It's your fault!" I could feel my face getting redder, and redder with rage and anger.
"Isn't this what you wanted?", she said in a monotone voice, "You wanted the girl, you wanted the popularity, you wanted the life that everyone else had, and you got it. Aren't you pleased with your life?"
"No! This isn't what I wanted. I thought I wanted you, but I realize I don't, you'll just continue to ruin my life, I'll continue to make bad choices...you are my bad choice."
"Shawn, be thankful this isn't reality.", Rachel said. "You've got a wonderful life, you got exactly what you need, and you're surrounded by those who love you. This is not the reality you truly want. You want what is real, you desire true love, not some false person who is nothing more then an empty shell. Goodbye Shawn, and good luck."
As with any cliche moments from stupid movies, the mist came in, the body left, and I was left standing there, staring. The world started spinning, the walls of the house fell in, I laid down on the ground, unknowing of what was taking place.

"Shawn...Shawn...Shawn, sweetie, it's time to get up sweetheart. Don't grumble, we don't like grumblers. Sleepy little thing."
I opened my eyes and realized the stupid fact, I trapped myself into a dream of wondering what life could of been like. I sat up, and looked her in the eyes and asked myself, "What if she wasn't in my life?"