When I was 16, my boyfriend, who was 18, moved to California for college. The distance was too much, so we decided to break it off. I was hurt after we broke up, but within a few weeks I was back to normal. A few months later, during the summer, I was sleeping in, like all good teenagers do, and the phone kept ringing. I shouted "Mom, turn the phone off!!!". When I got up out of bed, I saw that his mom's cell number was on our caller id. I wandered into my moms room and asked her what was going on. She said that he had been in an accident and was brain dead. On Father's Day, his family pulled the plug on him. I remember I couldn't even go into the funeral home. It was too much. I came home that day and cried so hard my mom had to give me a pill to calm me down. I had a glass of red kool-aid and I picked it up and it fell through my hands onto my beige carpet in my room. It stained. But now everytime I see the stain, it reminds me of him, and how life's not always fair. What about you?
2007-03-17
11:22:17
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