Death

A black cat...just stiff and lifeless on the side of the road...that's when I heard a voice inside my head becon me to go home. Pleading I go home for my own good! I should have listend...the voice, after 15 minutes, hit my stomach, then back up to my heart...I knew something was wrong.

7:15'ishpm 4-15-03: I get a call from a friend wanting to know if I was all right...there was a car reck down the road from her.

7:30pm 4-15-03: Another call from the same person telling that it was Krystal Valenswiala and that she was going to be fine.

11:00 pm same night I get another call from Kissryn, "Kristy there is something I think you should know before school tomarrow and I just can't bring myself to say it over the phone."

I get the msg when I wake up the next morning, not thinking of the obvious answer...our dear Krystal had died w/ two broken ribs slicing her organs open, blood in her lungs and brain, and trying to respond to the voluntiers trying to help her w/ blood garggling out of her mouth, ripping every word apart.
Death...how do we deal w/ it? or make sence of it?...I have to drive down that road everyday...It didn't hit me that she was gone forever until I saw the tourturing black marks of her meak white cougar...:*(
I just don't understand how it's 2 weeks before prom and 6 weeks before graduation and she just dies...


anyway...I just wanted to tell you guys...I figure you'll understand ... and pls don't post any jackass remarks or anything...this is really horrible...It's like watching a horror movie and then relising it's real...