I stared at my almost perfect reflection, in the crystal clear stream, as I sat in my secret hideaway spot. I looked at my flawless image of almond shaped brown eyes, beautiful long, dark brown hair, full pink lips, perfect face and body, and the pretty smile. The only thing was that, that smile was fake. The beautiful refelction splashed as I hurled a rock at the smile that haunted me.
“Why me?” I cried
Why!!!!?
Why did I have to be in a car wreck? Why did someone have to die? Why did that someone have to be Him? Why did he have to be dead!? Why did I have to love him?
I cried silently, as tears rolled down my cheeks, I though about all the things that we did, all the memories that no longer existed because he was now dead. I thought about my fantasy life, I was not only pretty but I was rich, I modeled, and was a cheerleader. I also thought about all the other guys that stalked me, but Josh had always taken care of those pests. But what now!? Sometimes I wished guys wouldn’t drool over me, I couldn’t stand it, they could act so stupid sometimes!
Urggg!!!
My life felt like royal drama! But then I thought about that night, we were out at the mall and were coming back home, until it happened. A drunk driver. I was paralyzed with fear as I saw the car coming at full speed and hit his side. He was knocked out in an instant. I screamed as loud as I could and next thing I know, I was in a hospital being carried into the emergency room on a gurney. I thought I was goin to die. When I woke up I almost fainted. My head hurt so freakin’ bad!
I called a nurse and asked the question I longed to know the answer to. But when she replied that he “had not made it” I almost died on the spot. I cried and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore.
My mom and dad came about 30 minutes after I had woken up. And my mom burst out crying about Josh, cause now it wasn’t Josh and Natasha anymore, it was just Natasha. It didn’t seem right anymore, my life felt meaningless without Josh. I was upset, angry and really sad. I felt like the only thing left to do was cry, so I did.
Even though I didn’t want to go to school, I had to. A tear rolled down my cheek as I remembered that my now dead boyfriend wouldn’t be there to hold my hand as he walked me to class. Again another tear rolled down my cheek, as I thought about another problem.
His name was Ben, Ben was head over heels for me. He was such a player, and not just any player, he was THE player. The worst thing was that he was too good looking for his own stupid good, I mean he was hot, but that just made him a better cheater. And his next target was me, Natasha Rittle.
I was honestly scared, I mean my boyfriend was now dead, and there’s some retard of a guy after me. I mean who knew what Ben would try with me!? Just thinking about of him made me want to punch something. I felt like screaming and crying but I had cryed to much already, so I screamed as loud as I could.
Once I got to my house I hopped out of the limo and ran to my room.
It was Sunday night, it had been three days since the accident. As I lay in my bed I thought about all that had I would have to face tomorrow. I was done re-living my past, three days. I had left my secret hideaway and crawled in my bed. Which left me where I am now.
As soon as I knew it, I was asleep.
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