With an audible
gasp, I stared down at the page flung upon my desk. Terrified, I
shuddered, The inked lines of black and white started to blur
infront of my very eyes. flashes of the past started to cloud my
and words previously uttered rang in my ears, as if they were
being said currently.
i felt a clutch inside my heart , i…i
couldn't breathe and then I fell down,dead!
Slowly my vision
cleared and I looked around my surroundings. the smell of
medicine and overwhelming stench of disinfectant reached my nose.
The crinkle of the crisp sheet beneath me informed me that i was
at the school sanitarium .
the murmur of hushed whispers reached my ears. the nurses were
talking about ME!
always fainting in class, since…"
wouldn't you think?"
"I think it was
The words rang
in my ears again and again…..Peterson's dam,Peterson's
dam. I felt the clutch
of despair and helplessness before I sunk into a dead faint, for
the second time.
This time when I
woke up the cheerfull face of Nurse Marian loomed over my
" 'ere you wake
up. Now, now you just sit up nice and slowly." Marian's Scottish
twang sounded like musical bell's to my ears.
"hey.." i said weakly "whats the
the first thing ye ask. don't woryy lovey, you just missed your
exam paper. " Nurse Marian winked at me as she helped me sit up.
"I want ye to start eating, okay? Mind ye, ye must put some meat
on your bones. ." I smiled wanly for the first time.i tried to
get down from the bed,while Marian continued chattering.. "the
pat is the past,ye have got to move on". I rolled my eyes….behind
her back of course.i slipped on my black and nylon green converse
and shrugged off my slumber. "hopper along now, it's 10:15
I left the san
with my mood considerably lifted, early leave does wonders! I
walked through the empty hallway and past the lockers. With my
backpack on my shoulder I turned towards the outside door leading
to the parking lot.my mother would probably pick me up in 15
minutes. i pushed open the door and then SMACK! I walked straight
into something,or rather someone. stepping back I looked up at
the haunted face of Paul PETERSON.the flashbacks started.the past
began to swim in front of my eyes.
I began to sway
againg, feeling the tug of unconsciousness summoning me. When I
felt myself being led outside and told to sit on a shady wooden
bench. I let myself be
flung back into the past…………..
Victoria (Vicky) Gibson and (i) Willa Slavern were the exclusive
three musketeers .inseparable from pre-school and best friends
for ever. we laughed ,played and fought together. United as one
,for 16 years ,until THE
INCIDENT. oh! The memory is painfull
uncontrollably I recall. The PETERSON"S DAM
INCIDENT. When Paul decided to have a
barbecue at his parents mansion, by his dam it was nothing new. I
mean three friends hanging out and just chillin' on Saturday
afternoon.what could happen? I can still remember.Vicky phoning
me ,mad with grief and half crying .she babbled on about the
stress and how she couldn't cope anymore. i understood, Vicky's
parents are kind off hard on her especially since she's on
"Vicky hold on
abruptly. "im just soo tired of them" Vicky sniffled.
"I know I know
just hold on im coming "
"no .no its
okay its okay. i'll go to paul's house".
sure.i'll come over…." I said concerned but Vicky cut me
see you at Paul's place..bye"
I still had an
hour left before my father was going to drop me of at paul's
house.so I decide to write Vicky a looo0ng letter of
encouragement and dealing with the stress.before I knew it ,it
was time to go.
I reached Paul's house. Where surprisingly ,Vicky was not
Paul said "hey,
where's Vicky I thought she was coming with you?"
"with me? No!
she said she'll meet me here .didn't she come here
I was beginning
to get seriously worried so. i tried phoning her at home ,her
mother said she already left an hour ago. I phoned Vicky's cell
number but it only rang. shucks! Where is she? Then Paul said
"hey she's probably sitting by the dam, waiting for us". I raced
down, hoping she was okay. Paul just laughed at me "she's going
to be there, relax! She'll probably jump out and say Bo0!"
however the only thing that greeted me was her drowned body
,floating atop the dam….my soul sister, my bff, Vicky had
I wrench myself
back from the past and found myself still sitting on the bench
with my face damp with tears. Paul silently handed me a tissue as
my car pulled up just in time. saying nothing but knowing he
understood I walked away and got into the car.
My mother looked at my tears concernedly, but didn't
tell me anything. Wordlessly I was driven home and as soon as I
entered my bedroom I went to sleep, and had terrifying
I jumped up,
gasping for air and found myself at home, in my bed….safe.i go to
the bathroom and dunk my face in cold water. when will this pain
stop? When will it end? I step back into my bedroom and find Paul
standing by the window. he says "it's been 2 months". How can I
reply to his still raw emotion, he's also feeling her death. all
I can do is ,just be there. I'm trying to live in the present
.Vicky Is gone, she choose to end her life but I choose to live
mine, through the hardship, stress and whatever else comes my way
. I'll live through it . I stand next to Paul and stare out the
window. Then as the fading sun sets and the first stars come up,
I reflect and I know that everything, EVERYTHING is going
to be all right.