She Was Taken From MeWhen I was in high school, I had a crush on a wonderful girl named Megan. As far as I know, she did not have any other admirers, so I felt special, like I might have a chance and not have to compete for it. As time passed, I grew more and more enthralled. She was so graceful and warm. She was not the kind of girl the other boys thought was beautiful. She was tall, strong, and curvy, and I thought she was perfect. Her laugh was so free and innocent, she could light up a whole building with her smile. When I was a junior, we were cast in the school play. During rehearsals, I finally got the chance to talk to her and get to know her personally. I asked her out twice, but she turned me down saying that she was not ready to have a boyfriend. I learned that this was because of problems she was dealing with that she was not comfortable sharing. Little did she know, I was experiencing the same things, depression, guilt, self injury, alienation. At every school dance she made a point to dance with me most of the evening because she knew how much it meant to me. Once she even kissed my cheek afterwards. I felt like my scalp had caught fire. I couldn’t move. I felt so strongly that she was right for me, and as the weeks went by, I thought she was finally beginning to trust me and open up.
Then on December 17, 2004 she was killed by a car accident. Her spleen was ruptured and she died an hour later in hospital. I heard the news the next day, left work, went to my aunt’s house, and hung myself. The knot failed (I wasn’t concentrating) and I lived. Everyone at school found out and I was never the same.