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Dead at 17
Tragedy
 Created on 2-4-08
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Agony claws my mind. I am a statistic. When I first got here, I felt very much alone. I was overwhelmed by grief, and I expected to find sympathy.
I found no sympathy. I saw only thousands of others whose bodies were as badly mangled as mine. I was given a number and placed in a category. The category was called "traffic fatalities."
The day I died was on an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus! But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All the kids drive." When the 2:50 PM bell rang, I threw my books in the locker. Free until tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at th thought of driving a car and being my own boss.
It doesnt matter how the accident happened, I was goofin off--going too fast, taking crazy chances. But I was enjying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard a crash and felt a terrific jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.
Suddenly, I awakened. It was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldnt feel anything. Hey, dont pull that sheet over my head. I cant be dead. Im only 17. Ive got a date tonight. Im suppose to be having a wonderful life ahead of me. I havent lived yet. I cant be dead!
Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks came to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked very old. H told the man in charge, "Yes--he is our son."
The funeral was wierd. I saw all my relatives and friends walk towards the casket. They looked at me with the saddest eyes Ive ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked by.
Please--somebody--wake me up! Get me out of here. I cant bear to see my Mom and Dad in such pain. My grandparents are so weak from grief they barely walk. My brother and sister are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze. Everybody. No one can believe this. I cant believe it, either.
Please dont bury me! Im not dead. I have alot of living to do.! I want to laugh and run agian. I want to sing and dance. Please dont put me in the ground! I promise if you give me just one more chance, God, lll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance. Please, God, Im only17.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On February 4th 2008 angiegymgurl Said : | |
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awwwww......so sad! |
| On February 4th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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so so sad! :'( |
| On February 4th 2008 irwinwe Said : | |
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i did this as a speech a few years ago. such a sad story...but one everyone needs to hear. Thanks for posting it :) |
| On February 4th 2008 monkey892 Said : | |
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wow, thats sad. But how does she write the story if she dies and yeah. I'm confuzzled... my brain hurts at the mometn |
| On February 4th 2008 bubuhpb07 Said : | |
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Sad..at the ending. |
