I think it is wrong, I met a girl Jessica when I was about five we were inseparable for many years. She was less than a month younger than me but she had graduated a year and a half early than me, and she had already started collage heading for a medical degree. When she was about eleven her family moved away, when she was thirteen her family finely moved back to our home town of Hallsville, Mo, when she was fifteen her family moved to Columbia, Mo we had started dating about two month before they moved, we continued dating. On April 20th her seventeenth birthday I asked her to marry me, she told me yes, but she would like to wait entail I got out of collage which was only in about three years. After that I was the happiest I have been in years but that was not to last. In May, she found out one of my friend was throwing a kegger for his graduation party, she asked me if I wanted to go over and over, but I had to do some work so I could not go with, the last time she asked I kind of snapped at her and hurt her feelings. So Jessica asked one of her friends Kim from collage to go with her, from what I was told they had a little too much to drink at the party. The next morning I was feeling bad for snapping at her so I got up early, picked up some red roses and went over to here house to apologize to her and to tell how big of an *** I have been lately. But her car was not there, so I figured that she went over to her moms and dads house. I called her parents house looking for her but nobody was not there, so a called her friend’s cell phone and I did not get any body, so I called my buddy that had the party and he told me that they left about 1am. So I went back home to wait for her to show. About 2 o’clock in the after noon I resaved a phone call from one of my buddies telling me how sorry he was and asked me if there was any thing he could do for me, I asked him what he was talking about and he told me what had happened. They was driving back home after leaving the party, Jessica was sleeping in the passenger set and Kim was driving, Kim was so drunk she did not see the train on the tracks or she thought she could beat it. The train hit the car broadside; the police think Jessica was killed instantly; Kim lived for a little more than a day in the hospital. The next day I went over to her parent’s house, I went in and her older brother saw me and started kicking my *** for not going with her, because I do not drink and I would have been a sober driver, her father told me to get out of the house and that that he never wanted to see me again. Her father and brother blamed me for what had happened to her, later that night I got a call from Jessica mother telling me she was sorry for what had happened earlier and I should not show up at the funeral, she was afraid the Jessica father would shoot me. To find out he was very serious about it to, he was packing a 9mm. So I did not go to the funeral, but I did go to her grave the next day. She was the love of my life; she was five feet tall angle, with ice burg blue eyes, blond hair that was so light it almost looked white in the sun, lightly tanned skin, and light as a feather. She was the only ray of sun shine in my life, for the last five years I have been living in shadow. Most of the people I knew from back then tell me that I am not the same person, that I am more hostile, that I have a hatred for the world around me, I have problem letting any body in to see the real me and I take unneeded risk with my life. Which I can agree with them on some things.
2006-10-20
21:37:20
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