The Lone RoadA Story by I Am SvetlanaAt that point, I was lost. I didn’t know what to do, where to go. I was alone on a road, walking along the way without a care in the world. As I slowly walked along, passing the tall trees and evergreen, I heard Lynn’s voice in my head saying: “I forgot to say ‘I love you’” and I imagined her laugh, the way her hair flowed as her head lifted back. I remember those days. The exact voice she spoke it in. Everything she said was with me, in my mind. Playing and repeating. The day passed on and my mind trailed back to that night. The night of the tragedy. I was at a concert with a friend and returned home to receive some devastating news: Lynn had killed herself. Pill overdose.
My heart stopped, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t believe it, but knew it was true. I remember that night when she asked me to come over instead of going to the concert, I had passed it up because it was my favorite band and I already had tickets. Though I could’ve just easily have given them away. But no, it was my favorite band and I had to be selfish that night. Only now do I regret not being there, thinking a stupid concert was more important than being with her. Thing is, she had been depressed all that week and somehow knew that something bad was going to happen if I wasn’t there by her side. Maybe that’s why she was crying on the phone, but of course, I couldn’t comprehend or understand it at the time. The vision of the concert was in the back of my mind, me raving and having a good time…forgetting the life behind. Then again, she was my girlfriend, so how would a concert possibly be more important than her needing my company in a time of urgency? © 2011 I Am SvetlanaAuthor's Note
|
Stats
111 Views
1 Review Added on May 2, 2011 Last Updated on May 2, 2011 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

Flag Writing