>>6682179(2/2)
About a year ago there was a shooting in the park. Some kind of fight that escalated too quickly. Her family was involved, and her brother died, being one of the gunmen. Not a lot of people spoke about it at school, mostly only people that lived in that same park or were just close friends of her. Many people said that she was really fucked up because of what happened. She had hardly said a word to anyone.
She was gone for a few weeks before coming back for the final exams. On the next to last day of school my car had decided to shit out, so I wound up taking the bus one last time. She was sitting in the back, alone. I decided to bite the bullet and sat in the seat next to her. She glanced over at me, and gave me a look that I can only describe as a burning confusion. I asked her if she was alright, and she nodded. I cracked a few jokes about the asshole bus driver who had replaced our old one at the beginning of the year and, after a little coaxing, she started to laugh. Some of her friends came on immediately after and separated us.
At graduation we never saw each other. The last bus-ride was all we had. As I prepared for college, I always wondered what happened to her. Nobody ever comes out of that trailer park in one piece. Despite all I have going on with my life right now, I still find myself dreaming about her and her cute toughness, her amazing smile, and her intoxicating laugh.
I keep telling myself that maybe she'll turn out alright and we'll see each other again with the natural progression of things, but I know that I'm just lying. Nothing stops me from wanting to go over there and tell her how I feel, how I've felt since we were kids, but I just feel as if I'm meddling in something that shouldn't be fucked with. Maybe someday I will go. Maybe I won't. But at the end of the day I'll always have that image of her laughing in my mind.
Sorry if this was long. I felt the need to share.
