I was at the pool when my best friend, Marie, received a call from Jeremy telling her someone had died in a car accident. Immediately I got nervous because it involved a girl who went to a school I used to go to. My other friend, Yaz who also used to go to my old school, called and got some information. She told me the name of the girl… Erin. I didn’t know an Erin. Yaz began to talk about how nice Erin was. Yaz remembered her perfectly and felt herself becoming weak. When Yaz explained how Erin used to be like, I felt myself becoming numb. There was something about the accident that just nagged at me.

That Friday I was going out to a party with my friends. Before I got ready, I heard the information about the crash on the news. I stormed downstairs to hear exactly what happened. My heart felt heavy as I heard Erin’s teachers talking about it.

My sister told me on facebook “You know one of the girls… Nadia.” I knew the name had rung a bell. I immediately began to tremble and I thought my nerves were going to do away with me. I told my mom about my knowing Nadia and the sad part was I actually still remember her perfectly. She had short brown hair, glasses, and brown eyes. She was my sister’s “ex’s” cousin.

During the following days I heard more and more about the accident. Every single thing I heard made her story more real to me. Every detail gave life to story that will probably never be told. Hearing about it wasn’t affecting me more but it was feeding my curiosity. It was getting harder and harder to sleep every night thinking about the accident. One night I even had to call a friend so he could help me through my insomnia. Thankfully he’s the kind of person who hardly falls asleep.

“She doesn’t leave my mind. It’s like she’s haunting me,” I whispered trying not to wake my sister up.

“Maybe it’s for a reason.”

I sighed. “I have been dying to write her story but I just don’t think I should.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not good enough to write her story.”

“I think there’s no one better to write it.”

I looked around and felt like she was approving.

Later on in the conversation I asked him if he believed in God.

“Sometimes, because of things like what happened to Erin, I just can’t believe there is a God. She didn’t deserve to die.”

I chuckled a bit. “What I don’t get is why people say she didn’t deserve it. There is a heaven or a sky or clouds out there. Erin has moved on to whatever there is. We are all sinners and compared to heaven, earth is hell. So if she’s in a better place why didn’t she deserve it?”

He stayed quiet a while analyzing what I had said. “You’re right.”

The next day I wrote down everything I had heard about her accident. And that’s what I’m doing now. I am passing on my knowledge. There is a God no matter what you want to call it. Sometimes it seems unfair to lose a person because it hurts one’s feelings. Honestly it just hurts one more than it hurts them. What hurts them is to see their loved ones in pain.

I don’t want anyone to forget her because only then is when she really dies. If her memory lives on, so will she.

RIP Emily