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Ian
Tragedy
 Created on 9-5-07
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As I look back now, I can't even see why I went to that stupid party. I hated lying to my parents and telling my best friend Ian that I had to cancel our plans so that I could "stay home and babysit". He didn't even get mad that I called at the last minute to cancel our plans. He just said we could reschedule and told me that if I needed anything, to just give him a call, and he would get to me as soon as he could. I remember feeling this strange hurt when he told me that. Walking out the door I paused to take one last look in the mirror. I had to look perfect. Now I don't see why I felt the need to try to impress those people.
The party was full of drunk teenagers who thought they knew everything. Now I don't see why I felt the need to try to act like I was so grown up, but then again, at the time I thought I was just so smart. I was 17, had a car and a job, and like most teenagers, I thought I knew everything I needed to know.
As soon as I got there, my friend met me with a drink and said she had someone that she wanted me to meet. I took the drink and we walked over to a group of people, where she introduced me to this totally georgeous guy. Ben was like the type of guy every girl dreams about-and every parent dreads. As we talked, I saw that we had so much in common. When Ben took my glass to get me a refill, my friend walked over to see how it was going between us. I told her that I totally digged Ben, and that I was hoping he would ask me out. We were giggling as Ben walked up with my drink. Ben and I had been standing there talking long enough for me to down half my drink when he asked if I would like to go somewhere quiet where we could talk some more.
While we walking to the room upstairs, I started to feel real weird. I had been wasted several times before, but I had never felt like this. When we got to the room I sat on the bed because I had the feeling you get right before you pass out. Ben sat next to me we started making out. As he tried to take my pants off I told him I didn't want to do anything and that I just wanted to go home. He didn't stop. I kept fading out, but I remember telling him to stop, over and over again. Ben just ignored me as he undressed. The whole time he was in me I was crying from the pain. I kept telling him to stop. That he was hurting me. But he just kept going. He went until he came in me, then he got dressed and just left me there.
I got dressed, although I'm not sure how, for I was so dizzy. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't drive myself, and there was no way I could call my parents. The only person I had was Ian, and if I called him he would know that I had lied to him, and I didn't want to hurt him. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. When he picked up the phone, I said, "Ian, I need you." All he said was "I'll be right there."
I was sitting on the curb when he pulled up. He got out of the car to help me get in the car, but before I could get in he grabbed me and hugged me. I sat down in the passenger seat, and as he shut my door, I saw in his eyes just how much he cared for me. As we drove home, he didn't say a word. We had came up to the intersection that was about 2 blocks from my house. The light had just turned green, so Ian drove on through. I remember seeing the lights as they came straight for us. Ian pushed me down and leaned over to shield me as the other car crashed into us. I woke up laying on the concrete. I couldn't remember what had happened. I wiped the blood off my face so that I could see. Ian was about 5 feet from me, covered in blood. I somehow scooted over next to him, and as I took his hand, he just turned his head and looked at me. "Ian, it's going to be ok," I said, "Just hang on."
Ian's last words were "I love you." Thats all he had the strength to say. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his as he took his last breath. "I love you too" was all I could say as I started to cry.
I don't remember the ambulance or going to the hospital. I woke up the next day in a hospital bed with my parents next to me. My mom hugged me as I started to cry again. All I wanted to do was just go back to sleep and never wake up. Ian's funeral was 2 days later, and I had to be in a wheelchair because I had broke my leg. As I looked at Ian laying in the casket, I realized that I should be laying there, not him. He looked so peaceful. As I put my hand on his, I knew that I had lost the only person that would ever truely love me, and I knew that I loved him.
After the service I found out that when I had called Ian to cancel our plans, he had already been almost to my house. He had bought me flowers and was coming over early because he wanted to surprise me. When his parents told me he knew I had canceled to go to the party, I was heartbroken. Ian had really loved me, even after I had lied to him.
I still blame myself for Ian's death. If he hadn't pushed me down and shielded me, he would still be alive and I would be dead. I will never forgive myself. I have lost the only guy that never would have hurt me and loved me enough to give up his life for me. It just took that for me to realize it, but now it's too late.
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