Living on Borrowed Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Love cannot be departed by anything. Not even death.

Submitted: February 09, 2014

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Submitted: February 09, 2014

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All ever wanted for her was just the best in her life. I was asked many times, by many people why do I help others; when my life is on the verge of crashing? I guess it all began thirteen years ago..
Your life can change in just a matter of seconds. One turn could turn deadly, one wrong move, could be the last move you ever make. Life is like a game of chess, you make a wrong move, and your queen is open, and then all you have left is hope.. But if hope fails, then all you have to settle for is pain,maybe a loss that could be drastic. For everyone when the car started it was all fun, and adventure. But when the time around me slowed down, I began looking and all we had then was hope. When the car turned, flipped over multiple times, and did a 720 out of the highway, went off the bridge into the interstate under them, luckily missing just two cars, and skidding to a stop just on the side of the road, in a ditch. I was in a car that they hit, I was the passenger, I ran out of the car went down the bridge, ran to the other car,and tried to scream for anyone, but all I saw was bodies, car looked like a crushed can, and tried to pull the girl out of the back seat, praying she was okay, or at least still breathing. That’s is when my adrenaline stopped, and I collapsed on my knees, and cried, tears falling on her, asking why it had to be her, why it had to be her and not me. That is when I started to see something,it was like a burning white light, that everyone talks about, but I didn’t understand why I saw it. I was alive, I was there the whole time, I wasn’t injured. I looked back at my car, and realized I wasn’t fine; I was more then injured… I started to walk towards that light, I was like in a trance, I couldn’t control my movements. I walked towards that light, like I was in a cruise control. But then my whole body jerked back, and I heard someone screaming my name. The voice started to subside; I heard my name fainter and fainter, until the yelled turned into almost like a whisper. My body stopped walking to the light, and tried to run towards the voice, but the screaming,shouting, and whispering seemed to stop. The light at the end of the tunnel became less bright, less vigorous. I screamed for help, I screamed, I AM SORRY.I begged for a second chance, but no one responded to me. This time after I was jerked back, I lunged forward, and I went back into my consciousness and I was aware of the people surrounding me. To my surprise she was there, the girl I saw die, she was standing next to me, crying on my chest, holding my hand. She seemed to be asking for forgiveness, asking me to come back, so she could tell me how much she really loves me.

She and I met about a year and a half ago, in a college course. At first she looked innocent, but then she seemed to bring memories to me, my past. She had this one very strong resemblance to this girl I met many years ago. I met this girl when one day Iwas walking around the town, like usual just roaming. When I got to the park,by the water there was this girl. She was sitting there, skipping rocks. My first thought was “wow! That looks really cool!” as I started walking towards her, I noticed she wasn’t happy, she was crying. I sat down next to her, and I said “hi” she looked at me, instead of what most people would of said in response, she asked me “Why, why her?”

I knew there were no words, that I say would have made her feel better. So instead I let my actions speak. I hugged her, and asked her if she wanted to talk. I was truly surprised when she actually said yes. She told me that her mother was just in an accident, there were no survivors.. She also told me their conversation before the accident, and how she told her mother to get out of her life, and leave her alone. We spoke for many hours; she couldn’t forgive herself for saying those things to her mother, she kept telling me how she didn’t really want her to leave, it was just anger speaking. After the sunset we both decided to meet up the next day same place.

We ended up meeting for what I think, was like four days in a row. By then she seemed to get better, happier. But on the fourth day, she asked me to promise her to never stop helping others, and talk about forgiveness. She told me for people to forgive others; you need to forgive yourself first. She kept saying how much I helped her forgive, and move on. At the time I really didn’t know what she meant by forgive. But when I woke up on the fifth day I went back to the park,in the same place like usual to meet her, but she wasn't there. I went home that night late, I turned on the TV but for my shock I saw her, but under her picture was the caption she will be missed dearly.

 

This really hit me hard, I dropped to my knees and I started crying. After I had enough energy to get up and go to my room, I wrote a note, a goodbye note. But before I did anything, I wanted to say goodbye to her. One last time. Before leaving. I told her goodbye, and I thanked her for everything for making me happy, and letting me help her. But I looked down at the grave solemnly, and promised her; I live my life to the fullest. But before I left I looked down at her name, it wasn’t the name she once told me it was. I pondered for years why she lied about her name. It was a beautiful name, Racheal. But she never once lied to me. I didn’t know that, until I went to college to get my degree for writing; and met her once more, sitting across from me. She later told me it wasn’t her that died..I was her sister, twin sister.


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