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Posting Date 2007-08-27 22:26:25
Author Mrs. Volodin
Title R.I.P babe
Category lost someone I loved (e.g. died)
Where it happend In los angeles
Age then 15
Age now 22
Gender FEMALE
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Story Length 566
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R.I.P babe

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The first time I lost a loved one was a few years ago. His name was Bryan. He was my boyfriend at the time. He loved me as much as I did him. We had been dating over a year. It was our sophmore year. It was the hardest thing I ever had to deal with. At least up to that point in my life.

We meet in our middle school. I liked him from the start. We kept dating in high school. We were happy. The day it all happened he had gone to school. I had asked him to stay with me afterschool but he said he was going out with the boys. Since he seemed so exited I agreed. I was never to see him again. That night Bryan got shot. There was a drive by. The bullet wasn't meant for him. Yet it hit him. He bleed to death. The Ambulance didn't get there in time.

The next day at school I didn't see him for first period. I didn't see him for homeroom either. It seemed odd to me that he didn't at least call me to tell me he wasn't coming. Bryan was always very considerate. In second period is when they told me. I didn't believe them. I was in denial. In third period on of his friends walked in with a boy that had his name and he was asking for donations for the funeral. I broke down crying. I couldn't deny the truth any longer.

I cryed in the rest of my classes. The teachers were actully really considerate. The most horrible thing was. There was a rummor going around saying he had killed himself. I couldn't stand that I knew he would never do that. Later that day I got home and I just hugged my mother. Later I told her what had happened. She huged me but she didn't understand it. Until today my mother thinks he was just a friend. I didn't go to his funeral. I couldn't stand seeing him like that.I morned him. I didn't date any guy for the rest of high school. I have gone to his grave. I went almost every weeked for about two years. Senior year was much harder and I didn't have so much so I stoped going so often.

I almost killed myself when the first month. Everyone forgot about me. My name was no longer mine. All I was to them was Bryans ex. I felt so depressed and the whole school was no help. They made me even more suicidal. But instead of doing that I wrote poetry. I still do. It isn't as dark now as it was then but I still write. I got regonized for my poetry. But I didn't celebrate it. Instead I took him flowers.

For as long as I remember I felt this feeling that he was just going to walk in throw the doors of my house. Sometimes I feel like his about to walk in the door. I look at it . I expect it to open and when it does and it's not him I still feel down. It's like I can never let him go.
I am and always will be in love with him.


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