Tragedy In Griswold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
In the view of a 15 year old girl named Hunter who loses her boyfriend in a tragic car crash.

Submitted: January 10, 2011

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Submitted: January 10, 2011

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The final bell rang and I walked out of the classroom to join the crowd of the 1000 kids in the Griswold Senior High School community. I pushed through the crowds to meet my boyfriend, Steven, at his locker. When I arrived he wasn’t there, about 2 minutes later he walked up behind me with his friend John following. He hugged me around my waist.
“Hey babe,” Steven said.
“Hi, why do you always have to have him with you?”
John gave me a dirty look. Steven smirked at my comment. 
“Cuz he’s my friend. I always ask you why you drag Katt around with you.”
“Katt is my little sister, therefore watch what you say.” I retorted.
We argued back and forth for a while until I finally gave up because I ran out of comments. I hate when he brings John with him because he’s evil. He always says I could be a boy because my name is Hunter. It’s so annoying. Steven hugged my waist yet again trying to make up for the “Captain Idiot” following him.
“Hunter, why do you always do this? It gets old.”
I squirmed out of his grip.
“Steven, chill. Look I gotta go. My brother’s waiting. Just call me later.”
He lightly kissed me.
“Love you.” He said.
“Sure you do,” I glared at him and walked down the hall towards the front of the school where my brother was waiting. I got home and I sat by the phone. I waited and waited. I remembered him telling me he was going somewhere with Dillon, John, Sativa, and Joel. Around 5 o clock the house phone rang. I was home alone so I answered it. I looked at the caller ID. Steven’s house phone.
“Steven?” I asked.
“No, this is his mother.”
“Oh. Hi, Mrs. Szklarz.” I could hear her voice cracking. My heart dropped, “Is everything alright?”
“No sweetie. Have you heard from Steven?”
“No I haven’t. Not since school ended. Why? What’s going on?”
“I haven’t heard from him and I’m worried.”
“I’ll try calling him, hold on.”
I pressed the flash button and tried calling Steven’s phone. While praying to god that he answers so I could hear his voice to comfort me, I walked into the living room and turned on the news. The first thing I saw on the screen was a News Blurb.
“One-car crash in Griswold kills 4 teens. Two identities have been revealed- Steven Szklarz and Sativa Cornell.”
 My heart dropped right into the pit of my stomach. I immediately hung up on Steven’s line so I could get his mom back on the phone.
“Hello?”
“Did you get an answer?”
“No, but I have a bit of a problem.”
“What?” she said nervously.
“There’s been an accident. Steven was in it.”
“Hold on Hunter, there’s a knock on the door.”
I could hear the door open; there was the voice of a man.
“Hunter, I’m putting you on speaker phone.”
I put my phone on speaker as well and sat and listened, the man started to speak.
“I hate to be the one to break the news to you but there’s been an accident, and your son was in it. He was ejected from the car and he was found about 50 feet away from the scene. There were 4 other kids in the car. Two have been transported to hospitals. 3 including your son, were DOA.”
Mrs. Szklarz spoke softly, “My only child, my baby. Where exactly did this happen?”
“They were traveling southbound on 201, when the young man driving lost control of the vehicle and struck a tree.”
My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. I threw the phone down on the floor and ran into my room and walked over to the picture on my window-sill of me and Steven. I started talking to it.
“Babe, you’re there. I know you are. Please talk to me. This isn’t fair! It’s my fault because I got mad at you today. I’m sorry!” I cried.
I closed my eyes and prayed for him to come back. I know this is some sick-ass joke. I know it! I sat there and cried and prayed for a couple hours, then I tried to lay down and sleep but I kept hearing his voice. I bolted up and ran downstairs. My mom had just walked in the door. I looked at myself in the mirror before I said anything, you could tell I was upset because my mascara was running and my eyeliner was all smudged.
“Hunter, what’s going on? What happened? Are you okay?” she asked.
“Steven.”
I couldn’t take it anymore, I put my jacket on and ran outside and kept running and running until I got to the scene where the accident happened. I saw the blue and red lights of the Griswold Police cruisers. The caution tape was tied to the trees and there were men in uniform all around the place. One officer noticed my existance in front of the line and he came over.
“I’m sorry Miss, this area is forbidden right now.”
“Sir, you don’t understand. My boyfriend was in that car. I need to know what happened! Please help me out here! I’m like lost without him.” I begged.
He lifted up the caution tape and walked over to me. He led me over to one of the cruisers.
“Usually I’m not supposed to do this but get in and I’ll take you to Backus where he is.”
I sat in the front seat of the police cruiser and we drove lights and sirens to William W. Backus Hospital in Norwich. There in the emergency room on life support was my baby, Steven Brandon Szklarz. I grabbed his hand and cried.
“Please come back. I’m begging you. Please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I cried.
I looked at the moniter showing his heart rate and everything. It started beeping then it went straight to a flat line.
“NO!!!!!!!!” I screamed.
A nurse came in and looked at the monitor, “I’m sorry sweetie, he’s gone.”
The officer took me back home and I walked in the door and just sat on the stairs crying. I went upstairs and put on the blue and black sweatshirt he gave me, it was the closest he’ll ever be to me again. At school on Wednesday I just sat there in a daze, after school I walked to the site of the crash and sat there for about 5 hours. I just sat, stared, prayed, and cried. The rest of the week went by slowly and I was depressed out of my mind. Mrs. Szklarz included me in the plans for building Steven’s funeral. When the time for the funeral came around I wore my favorite dress, it was the one from Homecoming last year. I probably should have mentioned that me and him have been dating for 2 years. Anyways, the dress is purple and pink plaid. It’s really cute. I said quite a few things about Steven.
“Steven was my boyfriend, my best friend, my other half. He was the first one to actually talk to me when I moved here in 8th grade. Things just clicked instantly. I don’t know what I’d do without him. Now I have to figure out what I’m going to do. It’s really messed up if you ask me but hey people do stupid things, right? It happens to all of us. I am really going to miss him. He was a GREAT kid. He was always welcome at my house as I was at his. Well babe, have fun in Camp Heaven. I love you.”
I could feel my face getting red, I went and sat down quietly. It’s going to be hard without him, I know it. Life goes on, but memories will always stay. I went home after the funeral and asked my mom if I could get a tattoo with Steven’s name and she said yes. I went into my room, pulled out my sketch pad and colored pencils and drew a little something in graffiti and with the color green,
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I then pulled out my journal and wrote this:
Dear Steven:
You were the best, I’ll miss you very very much. I hope to see you again even if it’s in 50-60 years. You always said we were soul mates, and you were right. Come back to visit even if it’s in my dreams please. I’d love to hear your voice again.
I love you:
Hunter Anderson-Szklarz
 


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