Have you ever thought of what you would do in your last minute on earth? Most of you probably have, but me, I didn’t. I didn’t even know that I’d be gone the next day. Never to return to my daily routine. I’m Sophie-anne, age: 16, died February 2nd 2012. I was hit by a car leaving school.
I had every girl’s dream of a ‘perfect life’. I got straight A’s, I was popular, had a perfect boyfriend, I was nice to everyone and everyone liked me. I was known as ‘Sophie-anne, the perfect girl’. However I wasn’t perfect. My ‘perfectly ‘pearl-white’ smile was fake. It was as fake as the Prada bags you can buy in the bizarre in Turkey. So perfect, that it looked real. I just acted like I was happy and continued with my life. This unhappiness was the cause of my death, because I wasn’t concentrating as I crossed the not so empty road. I was distracted thinking about my parents, how they hit me and scream at me. No-one was aware of this because outside the box of nightmares, my family was fake as well. Smiling at everything and everyone acting like nothing was wrong in the world.
Before I ended up on the tar laid road, with no pulse and a broken collar bone. I saw the car a second before its metal smile hit me, like it planned to kill me, but something happened, I died happy. How? Just before being knocked off my feet time stood still. I went back in time in my mind. I was back at the last lesson on a Thursday. Bio. I liked bio, but my teacher spoke in a monotone and used terrible sarcasm which didn’t even get a giggle. Therefore I didn’t listen, so I had to do my own learning. I zoned out and started thinking again, about how my life wasn’t perfect even though I had everything. While trapped in my mind I heard my name being called, like the person was distant. But I realised that it was my teacher, he had asked me a question, which I hadn’t heard and didn’t know the answer to. Thankfully I was sat next to Sam, my best friend. Real name; Samantha, but she preferred Sam. Sam whispered the answer under her breath, which I repeated loudly.
“Correct, but try and pay more attention please” he said in that boring voice of his.
“Yes sir, sorry sir”, I said zoning out again.
“Sophie, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you paying attention, it’s not like you”, Sam said with concern in her tone.
“Sorry, I’m just a bit..Distracted. I’ll pay more attention, thanks by the way.”
I rolled my sleeves up and instantly rolled them back down, I completely forgot about all the bruises and cuts on my arms. Luckily Sam didn’t see. It’s strange how no-one noticed I always wore long sleeves and only went to the beach occasionally. But really it was until the cuts and bruises had faded.
Who knows…
Finally the bell rang and we all escaped the room of utter boredom. I met my friends in front of the school by the bike rack like every day. We discussed the daily gossip then said our good bye’s, I kissed my boyfriend, told him I loved him and walked towards the road to my mum’s car. I had another flashback. I saw how good my life was, not even ‘perfect’ people are perfect. I had everything, and then it was taken away from me.
Time unfroze and the car hit me, it screeched to a halt and cars swerved around me until the area was blocked off. I did not scream when the car crashed into me. I died with a smile on my face. I found myself looking at my bleeding body, and I had realised what had happened. People were screaming and crying. My boyfriend, cradling me in his arms, his tears dripping onto my face while he kissed me, praying for me to regain life. I looked around, everyone gathered around me, everyone cared about my death...My mum ran through me, a strange feeling.( I never thought I’d say that sentence). People called 911 and I was taken in an ambulance to hospital. I had no pulse and I wasn’t going to have one again.
The next day at school they had a moment of silence, I watched as people cried, with red noses and puffy eyes. Strangely I got a warm feeling inside me, a good feeling. I felt happy for once and I smiled as a tear trickled down my cheek to my jaw.
A bright light started to glow behind me. I knew what it was. It was my time, I had found peace and I had to move on. I smiled once more; I was overcome with the feeling of peace. I turned around and walked into the light, happily.
I guess you could say ‘at last I could see the light at the end of the tunnel’.
