Remembering You
I continue to walk along the sands aimlessly. I don’t care where I go or what I do. After all, what can you expect a girl like me to do now? I’ve been on this adventure for a year, maybe more, and it all ends in this spot. I sit in the sands chilled by the oncoming winter. I feel as though I am forgetting something. I mean, if you travel for a couple months, you eventually reach the end of your adventure. Naturally, you wouldn’t know what to do next. I suppose the right answer would be go to college, but when you truly realize how short life is, you question the values of society. I decide to stay on this beach; for the time being at least. I’ll wander aimlessly, my mind and my feet. I’ll think back to the time when my adventure all began.
This is my Ode to you.
You were always intellectual, not to mention a little bossy. But I liked that. I appreciated your reminders to study for exams. Especially over the weekends, when I was too stoned to remember the paper that was due the next day.
I was always the party one and you were the brainiac. I guess that’s what made us the best pair. But it wasn’t until you decided you wanted to be accepted that things started to change. You went to parties, you started drinking, you got high. I was always the alcoholic, the partier, the druggie, but you changed that. I had no ways of convincing you that you didn’t need to be one of the burnouts. You never listened to me.
And my junior year, the year I began to spend time with the burnouts, turned out to be the worst year of my life. But history repeats itself, so the year you died, senior year, you were with the burnouts. I tried to tell you all the horrible things they had made me do. The horrible things they made me try, but you, Paige, you died beneath those flashing lights, the thumping music, the needle still in your arm. Your heart gave a pitiful
thump, thump, t-h-u-m-p
I can’t pretend to imagine what it’s like to die from drugs. Maybe for you it was painless. Maybe the only thing you could do was focus on the multi-colored lights that danced across your eyes. Maybe it was peaceful.
Until we meet again, I suppose I’ll tell myself that it was painless, because after all, I hated to see you suffer. I’m not sure how the whole heaven thing works. Yet, when you died I didn’t believe that your soul just left this world. After all, if someone created something so perfect, they wouldn’t dare discard it. So I taught myself to believe that you went to heaven.
People always told me that God forgives, so I hope he forgave your sins. But, then again, people always say God saves. Why couldn’t he save you? Like I said, I’m not sure how the whole heaven thing works.
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