Thursday, October 20, 2005
Note: I'm a little icked by this essay. Honestly, its disgusting.. Not the content. Well, the content, but I don't like the main point of the story much. Its quite a cool twist, but otherwise.. *shakes her head* So! Open for criticism! Presenting.. "Regrets for her."
I could tell that most of us considered laughing when we heard that she tripped and fell. That was before we knew the whole story.
Stunned was the only word to describe our emotions at the table upon receiving intelligence that Amy died after lying down due to an unfortunate trip over a deliberately stuck out leg.
It was difficult to believe, almost impossible. My heart leapt for a moment at the new before sinking back into the dreary depths of my soul. Amy was a nasty girl, that for one was a fact, but she did not deserve such a fate.
I then started to remember the times we shared. She was teasing me for the white-laced, frilly dress I wore one day at school. I kicked her in the shin, and she received a large painful bruise that did not go away from a week.
We were plotting her murder jokingly at our usual table, the very table we were at when we heard of her mishap. That was nearly three years ago, when I was eleven. I pretended to be murdered by my other friends, screaming and twitching on the ground after consuming the “poison” slipped into my water bottle.
I teased her for being stupid and lazy, for being the weakest and slowest in class, for being ugly. I was happy. I actually was happy.
But now, I don’t see anything to be happy about.
It is understood by the most fortunate and prideful that it is better living with a healthy and fully functioning body with no defects, natural or otherwise, than to stay alive having to rely on others to take care of you.
What a waste. She should have suffered.
I cried at 4:58 AM
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Did you hear me this time?
