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Saying The Last Goodbye (standard:drama, 2342 words)
Author: PoetryGyrl2003Added: Feb 04 2001Views/Reads: 2291/1296Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A young girl is faced with the tragedy of losing the first guy she ever loved. She is torn between being angry and hurt over the ordeal. (Bring out the tissues.)

She walked slowly, sadly. She walked as thought the world was pushing
harder against her with every step. To her, that was true. The world 
was pushing. 

No, she thought, No they are lying. How could someone be gone when you
had seen him or her less than three hours ago? How could someone you 
laughed so hard with not so long ago, be dead? How could someone you 
love so much just be gone like that? 

None of it made any sense to her. It was like they were playing a mean,
cruel trick that focused straight on her, On her heart. 

She slowly opened the door to her room. You could still see him there.
There was his old tee shirt he had given her to sleep in; the teddy 
bear he had won her at the state fair a few weeks back; his smiling 
picture in a frame on her desk. She closed the door. 

It was too soon. Too soon to deal with this all. She just wanted to go
to sleep and wake up yesterday before her life had been destroyed. 

She heard the phone ringing. Did she want to answer it? She didn't. But
she did any ways. 

“Mackenzie residence. Alicia speaking.” 

She hoped whoever it was couldn't hear the pain in her voice. 

“Uh, Licia? How are you?” 

It was Christy. So Christy knew, too. Great, she thought. 

“Hey Chris. I am...” She took a deep breath and thought of the right
word. “Ok, I guess.” 

Please don't let her know, don't let her hear the pain and hurt in my
voice, God, she prayed, Please! 

“I am so sorry about Shawn... So, So, Sorry, girl.” 

God, I don't know what to do, she thought. She wanted to say: Chris, it
hurts so bad. I don't want to live with out him. But she didn't. 

“I am alright. I just need some rest. I will call you later.” 

Once she had hung up the phone she laid down. She closed her eyes.
Visions of a small, compact car flashed before her eyes. A truck 
hitting it head on. A sleepy truck driver getting out. An ambulance 
coming. Someone pulling a body out of the car. 

“No! No! No! Stop!” She Screamed. 

She opened her eyes. There were tears rolling down her cheeks. She
couldn't believe it. But yet, she had to. Shawn is dead, she said to 
herself. He is gone. Wait! She made herself pray. It isn't real until I 
believe it. It isn't real yet. 

She walked into the kitchen and got herself a glass of water. She drank
it fast and made a quick decision to go take a walk. She threw on her 
jacket and shoes, and left. 

Walking down this road from her house had always calmed her. The trees
were just now changing; the different colors were coming in. Because of 
the change from summer to fall, the air had become brisk. She walked 

Whenever she and her mom fought, Alicia would always take this walk. She
had made a rule to herself a long while back, that whenever something 
was bothering her, she wouldn't think about it during the walk. It had 
always worked. Until now, that is. 

She couldn't help but think of Shawn. Her mind kept returning to the
scene where he was pulled from the car. It played over and over in her 
head like a favorite song. She kept hearing pieces of a poem she had 
remembered from funerals in the past: 

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