"...Looking down into those eyes, I know, I'll be lost and never found again...."
A year and a half
Since that cold day in January
Yet I still remember it like it was yesterday
(I guess to me it always will be )
Rain poured down as if it desperately needed to rid itself of all moisture
As if the clouds felt that they had to ring out all the water that night
That very night
Or else the world would come to a drastic end
To me that "end" seemed to come anyway
The streets were pools of water
Cars spinning out of control
she never had a chance to grow up
Fifteen
She was merely fifteen
Too young to experience life on her own
Yet too old to have it spoon-fed to her
She wanted to be independent
A rebel
She wanted to say that she had done it without her parents ever knowing
But they found out
2:00 AM
Knock on the door
"I'm sorry ma'am"
Was the first words out of his mouth
"your daughter was killed tonight in a car accident"
The world came to a halting stop and yet the room still managed to
Continue to spin
"you don't know what you are talking about"
"my baby . . . my baby, she's upstairs sleeping"
Frantically she ran up the stairs
She was gone
No where to be found
Its over
She was identified
It was really her
A best friend to so many . . . her life stolen away
I heard the next day
Full of disbelief I acted as if I never heard the words
"lies . . . our school is so full of lies . . . its only a nasty rumor, you know how
that is"
Was my reply to the news that soon became a reality to me shortly after
I saw her
Lying . . . still No movement Although I could have sworn that at any moment she was just going to rise Up out of the baby blue bed that she rested in and bring peace to a room Full of grief
It didn't even look like her
It wasn't her
Too long I glared at her
Questions running through my mind like a freight train at a speed to fast
To comprehend
"God, she was just a child. How could a life so young, be stolen so
quickly? "
No reply
I got infuriated with Him
she was a good kid
just made a few bad choices
I never thought they were severe enough to be punishable by death
the next day
as I witnessed the casket that held the breathless
body of my dear friend
be lowered into the earth
tears poured down my cheeks like rain out of heaven
it was so cold that day
I could feel the salty droplets dry hard on my
face
fifteen degrees
I wondered for so long about the life of my friend
I pondered this question so many times
why shall the innocent die, while the murderers run free?
how come she never got to fulfill the "perfect"
plan that we are all promised?
it has taken me this year and a half to understand the loss of my friend
it has taken me this long to realize that her
plan was played out
it is all summed up in this one word that often brings shutters to the
bones of so many
"lessons"
her death was a lesson to all that she left behind life is fragile
there is no way that we can control who lives and dies
all we can do is have faith that we will get through it
good and bad are obvious and sometimes not so obvious
right and wrong choices can determine life or death
so it's time for us to wake up
mourn no more
for time will heal our broken hearts
and one day
there will be no more tears to cry
boulevard of broken dreams collected
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