Tragic Story...

     Don't know what happened but suddenly in biology class that morning, I felt very emotional. I wanted to cry. I didn't know why. Time was going by very slowly. As soon as the bell rang I rushed out of the classroom as though a frightful tiger was chasing me. I was stressed and sure something was not the way it was supposed to be. I felt deep and dark. I felt as if though I needed to stop something from happening. Like there was a big load on me. 

     I was in love. I was in love with the perfect guy, but he didn't know it. I have been wanting to tell him for a very long time, but just never had the guts to do it. Today was the day I decided to do it. I picked up my phone between classes and dialed Justin (the person I'm in love with). There was no answer. I thought I'd try later. It was like there was going to be an explosion of emotions in me. I have never felt like this before. I wasn't too good so I decided to leave school early for the day. I left school and walked to the bus stop. 

     The bus was taking forever to come so I called Justin again. He picked and said "Hello". I said "Justin, I'm not feeling too good today, I'm at the bus stop can you come and pick me up?". Justin was 19 and had his own car. He came and got out of the car. He asked me if I was okay. I didn't answer. I could tell from his face that he was worried. I sat down in the front seat of his car and we started driving towards his house. Within a split of a second a small child around the age of 6 ran in front of the car. Justin made a hard turn not to hit the kid and then we ended up flipping and crashing into a wall. 

     Next thing I know I wake up in a hospital bed with many people around me. I ask the doctor what happened and she told me all about the accident. I had a broken knee and a cracked skull, broken ribs and many cuts all over me. Then I remembered Justin. I asked the doctor how he was. She turned her head around and left the room. My best friend George sat on my bed and held my hand. He told me that justin had died in the accident. 

    I blamed this all on myself. I was mad and frustrated. I wished I had waited for that bus to come. I wish I had never called Justin. I had a Turkish friend who I was very close to who was in the room with me. Her name is Nisan. She came next to me and said "Lia, death is not an end, it's a beginning. Don't blame yourself for it. 

    Days kept going on like that. I was missing Justin so much... My days at school were starting to get better with the help of my friends which are my family...