Kaitlyn's Imagination Has Run Wild: More tears

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Thursday, April 3, 2008

More tears

It was another intense day. Almost the entire school wore black today, and most of us didn't even realize that we had. Today was the assembly, and I cried almost the entire time.

The assembly started out pretty light, they began with a video that showed all of these people at school having a fun time and doing what we do every day, The last thing they said in the video was "And the best thing about Pleasant Grove is..." and then they flashed to intense graphic video from the staged crash yesterday, beginning with a shot of one of the victim's hands dangling and blood dripping off it. I lost it then, I didn't cry yesterday during that assembly, but I sure did today. I couldn't stop crying for the entire next two hours. The video showed everything that happened to the people in the crash at the hospital, how they we're pronounced dead and one brain dead and them telling their parents. It was intense, so intense that I'm still shaking as I write this.

One of the girls I go to church with read a poem that I, and most people know very, very well. It was absolutely heart retching to hear after we had watched the video. It goes like this:

Death of an Innocent

I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom...
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom.
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you,
you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

After that was even harder to handle. Some of the victims, or "Living Dead", read letters they wrote to their parents. the first girl couldn't get past her first word, "Daddy." After that there wasn't a dry eye in the building, in the entire school. Including the macho football players that I happened to be sitting next too.

The rest of the assembly was like that, with parents reading letter they wrote to their children and the parents of the one who was pronounced brain dead who spoke of what that experience was like.

The three of us, I, The Best Friend, and The Other Best Friend, all cried despite the other two's reluctance to do so. We all couldn't handle the fact that something like this could so easily happen, and that we all know people who drink and eventually this could be them. It's terrifying to learn that you're not invincible, that you could die just like that. It's terrifying to know that you have your entire life in front of you and it could end before it even starts.

posted by Imaginer @ 7:17 PM

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