Where's her choice?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written for a friend who's friend was killed in a car accident

Submitted: July 15, 2010

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There’s a girl in her room and she’s crying out tonight,
Her world has died; she’s been torn up inside,
She can’t believe no, she won’t believe,
It cannot be that her friend has died,
She’s sat in the hallway, holding a hand,
As they wait for the surgery doctor’s news,
She squeezes her eyes, fighting the tears,
That fall to the ground, staining her shoes,
Letting go of her hand, she doesn’t want to go,
But her mom takes her home, and holds her tight,
Laid in her bed now the shadows surround,
She can see their car parked at the red light.
 
It was moments ago they had spoke on the phone,
Laughing and joking about what the night would bring,
They were normal girls on a normal night,
“I love you sweetie,” they would sing,
They pulled up to the traffic lights,
Her older sister and her,
And spoke about their everyday life,
If they only knew how precious time were,
Maybe they’d say “I love you” once more,
Maybe they’d forgive all the wrongs they did,
But the car passed the lights, way too fast,
It hit their car with a deafening skid,
Were their screams ever heard
By the God who’s supposed to care?
Don’t you say it was her time,
Don’t you even dare.
 
The girl’s getting worried,
She’s supposed to be here,
Forty five minutes ago,
She’s trembling with fear,
Then her phone rings,
Her sister is crying,
We had an accident,
It’s Kimmy, she’s dying,
She races to the hospital,
Her sister’s covered in blood,
They hold each other tight,
They cry and they hug,
“I couldn’t stop it,
It wasn’t my fault,
He was a drunk driver,
It wasn’t my fault,”
She cries over and over,
“It wasn’t my fault,”
She cannot answer but,
She knows; it isn’t her fault.
 
The phone rings the next morning,
The nightmare is still true,
As the doctor explains to her,
She didn’t pull through,
Her chances were too slim,
It was just too much,
Frozen seventeen forever,
For the side she does clutch,
Her knees have given out,
Her heart has broken,
She hangs up the phone,
After the doctor has spoken,
What she would give,
To hear her voice again,
To insult her or laugh,
Or call her insane,
But it will never be heard,
He has silenced her voice
A drunken man speeding,
So where is her choice?
He will be put in jail,
But her family the victim,
Keep her in your prayers,
RIP sweet, young Kim.


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