Two In One

When I was six, two of my friends died. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't think of them.

First was my friend Shawn. He was an adorable seven-year-old with blonde curls and unforgettable eyes. It was May and me, Shawn and a few other friends were playing this dumb game where we saw who could stay on the hot pavement the longest on the one of the few paved roads in town. Just then a big SUV rounded the bend. Shawn couldn't get out of the way in time. In one swift movement, he turned up dead amongst bloody water in a pond. I will never forget seeing the blank look in his eyes. The next few minutes was a blur of screaming and running and yelling. The SUV had driven off as if nothing happened.

Shawn's family rushed outside. His sister, Farrah who was my age and also my friend came out with the rest of them. As they screamed and called 911, Farrah went into shock, suffered a terrible fit of trembling then fell back on the lawn and died.

On May 15, 2006, I lost two dear friends in a traumatic manner and I think of them everyday. What would it had been like if they were here? What would have become of them?

Shawn's mother felt awful because she had lashed out at Shawn when he was in her way out of stress that morning. I learned from her never to take your loved ones for granted. It's an important lesson to learn.
Santana4 Santana4
13-15, F
1 Response Dec 14, 2012

I am so sorry b my friend hug? By the way I'm not even 13 I am 9