Death at 16 by MyHeart2Yours

Dear God,
I know that you probably don’t care. I know that you are very busy and that this prayer will probably pass you by, but if you could, would you please listen, if only for a moment? I’ve messed up and I’m willing to pay, just don’t take my life, don’t take my life…please.

Just like hers. How could he ask God not to take his life when he took someone else’s, he himself, not God, but he. She was only 16 years old, she had only gotten her license three days before, she was supposed to graduate at the top of her class. The colleges that she applied to wrote back, each one demanding she go to their school, because they could further her the best. She had so many options and in one night, in a split second he robbed her of her entire life and all her dreams.

Dear God,
Just give me another chance, just understand, I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t want to hurt anyone else.

The more he stopped to think and the more he looked at his window and watched the street below him, he imagined how she must have felt. He tried as hard as he could to in vision this car coming towards him, this car with a drunk driver, a drunk 19 year old. Watching this car come swerving at him, as he screamed and tried to drive out of the way, tried to save himself and the other driver from dieing. He felt the fear in his stomach, he felt the tears pulling at his eyes, wanting to be let free and feel every emotion, everything she had to offer come flooding through him. He couldn’t in vision his life ending at 19 let alone 16.

She tried to save his life too. She tried to think quick and give him and her a second chance. He thought of nothing but himself, he knew he was gong to hit her, he knew she was going to die, but he didn’t pay attention, he only paid attention to the fact that he wanted to live, that he was only 19. That was stuck in his mind, he could do anything in the world he wanted to, only 19, only.

Dear God,
I’m only 19, please don’t take me. I’ll turn my life around. I’ll do anything for anyone, just don’t let me die tonight, don’t sit me next to you, I don’t want to face you yet. I don’t know why, but I can’t face you yet.

He knew why he couldn’t face God, he knew that he had killed an innocent girl and it was all his fault. He knew she tried to save them both and he knew that she was 16, three years younger then himself, he also knew that before she died she forgave him, she forgave him for his mistake and died that night hoping he’d turn his life around. That for once he’d understand.

When he met with her family he couldn’t look them directly in the eyes, he couldn’t meet their stares. He felt their hate towards him, but he also felt something new, he felt what he felt when she was laying in the bed next to him and she weakly told him that she forgave him.

He cried that night. He cried knowing that 2 hours after she died. She took her lasts breaths and closed her eyes for the last time. No longer would the world be open to her, but all doors closed.

Dear God,
Please understand that I’m sorry, please know that I didn’t mean to kill her, tell her I’m sorry.

With those words hanging as just a whisper from his lips he closed his eyes and watched as the scene replayed in his head and the world turned black and he was lost among the souls of the dead. Meeting souls from all over, each had their own story to tell, how they died, how they got here, what happened. He walked among them until he met a strikingly beautiful young girl, she looked saddened when he looked upon her and that’s when he noticed the scars on her face and the scars on her knees. He knew she was the one.

Dear God,
Did you tell her I was sorry?

She nodded at him and walked away as though nothing happened, as though nothing happened. He felt the tears slide down face and as he went to whip them away he felt the cool air of the fan above his body on him. Lifting a heavy eyelid he noticed he was still in the hospital with his family and friends around him each praying for him to pull through. Smiling he placed one last prayer.

Dear God,
Thank you for my second chance.