Part 4
"I'm not just going to leave you here, Damien!" I yelled over the train, which was 100 yards away now.
"If you don't get out of the way Rox, I will never forgive myself. Just go. Don't worry about me." he said, looking me in the eyes. I hugged him tight, and jumped back when the train blew its whistle again.
"I love you Rox, you are the only girl i have ever liked, please just go, do it for me." He shouted still looking at me, i felt guilty.
The train was now just fifty feet away.
"GO!" he yelled. Trying to hold the tears back, I jumped over the bar as the train came thundering by, smashing the car, and killing Damien. A piece of sharp metal flew out from under the train, almost hitting my leg.
I burst out crying and couldn't stop for an hour, this was all my fault. I reached into my coat pocket for my cell phone, but I found a folded up piece of paper instead. I took it out and unfolded it.
In it were some words that read...
"Rox, I'm very sorry for what happened. I never meant it to be like this, this was supposed to be a fun night. Sorry if you can't read it, I wrote it and put it in here while you were trying to help me out. But I really, really like you and always will. And I hope someday we'll get to see each other again."
And at the bottom was P.S> thanx!
I folded and opened the note about a million times before it finally hit me.
Damien didn't even try to get out of the car. I should have pulled him out. He's dead because of me. I started crying even harder this time, not sure of what I was supposed to do.
I found my cell phone and noticed that it was 11 o'clock at night. I did really like Damien, and now he was gone all because of me. I couldn't believe it. I knew this wasn't a dream, even if it was, i couldn't let this go, so i waited for the train to pass by, then i slowly walked over to the smashed remains of the car.
I gathered them up and picked the piece of metal that had fell on my leg when the crash happened, then lied carefully on them and did my last few sobs.
i closed my eyes, wrote a love NOTE, just as what Damien had done for me, then counted (1,2,3) and stabbed the metal deep into my chest, until i could see Damien's face, thats when i stopped!
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