Chapter 13: Part 13
"I remember running through the various fields of daisy's. Running with the wind, as it ran through our hair. We would play outside all day, until our parents practically dragged us inside when it was time to eat. "
"We would share secrets, and talk about life in the treehouse in my backyard. I remember us begging my dad to put twinkle lights inside it, because we didn't know how. Growing up, we never really drifted apart. We'd get into an argument, and find a way to forgive ourselves."
"I miss those rainy days, when we would splash in puddles, and dance in the rain. Or when it would snow, and we would make forts, and build snowmen. "
"I remember when we dug through your trash bins, until we found that glass wine bottle. We smashed it against that tree in the field. We took a small piece, and cut our hands. No one could split us up. We promised not to let anything get in the way of us."
"On those calm, warm nights, we would go to the field, and lay a blanket down in the grass. We looked up at the stars, and you fell asleep on my chest."
"Growing up, we'd always have another way to have fun. As we got older, nothing changed. All the memories we shared, all the little things we did, made our childhood. "
"God, we were so happy. We met at age 4. We made epic forts in my basement at 5. We made our own handshake at the age of 6. We chased the dragonflies at 7. We learned how to swim at age 8. We ran though the field at age 9. Attempted making a secret language at age 10. Read comic books in the treehouse at 11. I taught you how to skate at 12. We rescued that bird at age 13. We built sandcastles, and dug ourselves in the sand at age 14. Snuck out at 15. Started driving at 16. Had our first alcoholic beverage at age 17. And now here we are, 18 years old. "
"Or at least I am. "
"I miss you every single day. I think about you all the time. I wish that I could've saved you, or something. I hope that you'll guide me to a new person, so we can start a new life together. I don't think I'll ever love anyone else, the way I loved you. "
"I took your mom to see that beautiful garden by the docks, that she loves so much. We prayed for you and your father."
I lay the bouquet of flowers on the gravestone, and wiped a tear from my face. I slowly got up, and stared at the gravestone. I made my way over to my car, and drove off. My heart was pounding, and I could feel my tears roll down my red cheeks.
I couldn't stop thinking about her. I ended up giving in, and I started crying. For a second, I removed my hand from the wheel, and wiped my face again.
From the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the red stop sign, I had just sped through.
The last thing I remember is my airbag going off, and me blacking out. My head was throbbing, as it was resting on the wheel. I could feel the blood drip down onto my face.
A semi truck covered in dents, lay in a ditch beside the road.
They say when you die, you can see a slideshow of your life for a minute. And only for a minute, I saw Kennedy. We were skimming stones, laughing in the treehouse, burying ourselves in the sand. Going out to parties, getting high in the back of Louis' car, and being teenagers.
Then I saw her father's funeral, and gloomy faces. I saw myself banging on the door, screaming for her to let me in. I remember trying to take my own life once. I wanted to see her again. Maybe I will soon.
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