The facts:

The crash happened on a Sunday, early in the morning.

They ran a stop sign.

Three are in comas.

One died.

What I don't know:

Whether or not there was alcohol involved.

If she felt any pain.

If she died on impact.

If I ever did meet her.

What I do know:

I didn't know her.

She didn't go to my school.

The girl driving the car did.

She died.

She was real.

It makes me sad.


So here I am, 16 years old and not even two months after his death, she dies. How am I supposed to react? I've got no idea what I should be doing now. I mean, I didn't think I had the right to mourn him, but at least I knew him a little. I knew he existed long before he was gone. But I didn't know her; I didn't know her at all. So when I heard about the crash, yeah I was sad, but she was another faceless casualty of reckless driving. He wasn't faceless, but I still didn't have the right, I didn't know him well enough. So why do I get to cry about a faceless girl, barely real to me? I don't know, maybe because out of nowhere she wasn't faceless. I saw her picture, and suddenly she was a very real high school girl, not so different from me. Suddenly I was thrust into a world where 15 year olds and 16 year olds die, and not just as faceless stories. She had a family, and friends, people I actually do know. There are people who knew her, just like people know me.


So now how do I feel? What am I afraid of? I'm afraid I'm going to become another faceless story that people pass around. I'm afraid there will be rumors that I was drunk or on drugs when I died. I'm afraid that I'm going to die. I'm just afraid. I wasn't afraid until last year, when her best friend died. That story is just as murky and messed up with untrue facts as this one. And now, she's dead not even a year later. I have the right to be afraid, don't I? How am I supposed to keep on going when I'm living with the fear of dying? You know what? I don't even know what her last name was. How wrong is that? I've been going on some tangent about her for the past week and I don't even know her last name! At least I knew his last name. Life is so unfair sometimes.


I've heard a lot of things about her. I heard she was coming back from a party. I heard she was drunk. I heard she was sober. I even heard some stuff about drugs.


I also heard she was nice. I heard she had some fun times with her friends. I heard she had a pretty name, which she did, in case you were wondering. I heard she made funny videos at sleepovers. I heard she was just an average teenage girl.


I heard some stuff that reminds me of me, and suddenly I'm wondering who is safe in the world.


The facts:

No one is safe.

What I don't know:

How long I've got left.

What I do know:

Nothing that will help.


Cordie's Note: Yes, this story is true, it happened last Sunday. Currently one girl, the driver, has woken up. The other two in comas have yet to respond. Things aren't looking too good.