Round Three (for Brooke Bennett)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is for Rhensis' contest of a lifetime, but this is also inspired a bit by Brooke Bennett, an old friend of mine that was raped and murdered. I just realized the other day that I didn't ever really come to peace with it. I mean, I still look down at the bracelet on my wrist (In Loving Memory of Brooke Bennett 1995-2008) and feel a pang of sadness. So this is me kind of hoping that I can stop fighting back tears when I look at it. And I dedicate this to her.

Submitted: July 06, 2011

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Once, I knew a girl. She loved her life. She was twelve when I knew her. Fiery, rebellious. You know, in that teenage way. She wore "short-shorts", make-up, and fought with her stepmother about it. She was one of those girls everyone loves. I remember her being funny and friendly. We weren't close, but I admired her. I was, after all, three years younger than her. I didn't want to be like her or anything like that, but I considered her a nice friend. And I hope she thought of me that way. I hope she remembered me like that. The young, shy girl in her girl scout troop.

I wish that it was possible to sit down and catch up with her now. If she were still alive, I might not think about doing that as much. But that's proof of what we human beings do: take everything for granted. Especially life. Ours, and that of those around us. How are we to know we'll see tomorrow? How are we to know if we'll even see our friends tomorrow? I want to tell Brooke who that shy girl turned into. But I can't. Not now that she's gone. I hope she can see all of us from heaven. Her friends, I mean. I know she's there, too. I know that she made it and that she's just waiting for us to join her. Forever friendly, forever fun. But also, forever young.

She doesn't get to graduate from high school. She didn't even make it to high school. She doesn't get to experience all the thrills along the way, either: middle school graduation, junior prom, senior prom, and much, much more. She doesn't get to grow up alongside her friends. She doesn't get to experience any of it. She can only imagine what she might have felt on one of those occasions, be it happiness or sadness. Her friends can only imagine now what she would be saying to them if she were still here. And now coping with her death is added to their list of stuff they went through in life. And hopefully, they'll learn what they can from it.

She taught us all something from this. She taught us how to get through the hard stuff. She taught us that hearts are still beating and lives are still going on. She taught us how to mourn while we live our lives. She taught us that we can't just stop living. We have to get through the sadness she left behind, as we'll have to deal with a lot of sadness as we live the rest of our life. But she taught us how to cope. And I can breathe easy knowing I will one day see her again. And until then, I will live my life to the fullest, and never regret anything. Because what's done is done. We can't change it.


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