I wrote this story last night. Just read it. LOL. Never Coming Home
She was everything I could ever ask for. Someone who knew me more than anyone did. Never did I ever expect her to leave me all alone like this. It was just so unbelievable.
Kimberly was her name, but she was known as Kim. A bubbly and cheerful girl, she was always there when I was feeling down. When I cried, she would hug me and make me laugh. She just loved to see me smile. Having a friend like her was like the best thing I ever had. No one was as unique and funny as her.
Just one week before my 16th birthday, she called me up in the middle of the night just to ask me what I wanted for my birthday. I told her that I had been wanting to buy a black and red electric guitar. She kept quiet for a while then said to me, ‘I would definitely get you that for your sweet sixteen!’ she laughed. I was really happy to hear that. The next day in school, Kim told me that she had been searching every music shop to get the guitar. I told her that I did not really mean what I had said the night before that I wanted her to get me the guitar. She put her hand on my shoulder and smiled.
A few days had passed and my birthday was just around the corner. I had not heard the news about the guitar from Kim, I knew that she could not find it because I knew that the guitar I wanted was rare. On my birthday party, I was kind of disappointed because Kim did not get me the guitar. She realized that.
‘Sorry, I couldn’t find it. But I’ll get you something that is quite similar to the one that you wanted,’ she told me. I could not say anything but nodded at her and gave her a smile. She ran across the street and disappeared. I did not know where she had gone to. Fifteen minutes later, she came back, waving and running towards me. I could see a black and white guitar in her grip. She looked very delighted and without looking around, she just crossed the street.
That moment was the time when my birthday turned into a disaster. I saw a big truck was speeding up and colliding against Kim’s body. The only thing that I could do was screaming as loud as I could. I ran towards her. She was helpless, the blood covered her face. The last sentence that came out from her mouth was, ‘Happy Birthday, Dawn.’ Then her smile faded away. The black and white guitar turned into a red and black guitar, just like the one that I wanted, as it was covered with Kim’s blood.
On my 16th birthday, I got what I wanted but I lost someone that I could not live without. A best friend of mine, Kimberly, died from a road accident on my birthday. She was never coming home again. PS: This story is inspired by a song from My Chemical Romance, 'The Ghost of You' XOXO Keep the faith, Beatrice-
