I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and runaway
I went back to the place it all began. Railroad tracks. I stood there, clutching my right arm. I walked closer to the tracks and decided to lay down, right in the middle of it all. Oh how I wish at the moment a train would whip by and WHOOSH, end it all there. I guess I should explain why I came here in the first place. This is the exact spot we'd come to everyday after school. This was our special place. We would come just to sit and talk on the railroad tracks together. We did everything together. She was my twin, my other half, and most importantly, my best friend. The way she went..died, was quite tragic and I don't talk about it much anymore. Even though it was two years ago. She was only 16.
(Flashback)
We were driving home from our school's football game that night. We won 64-35. I lifted my skirt to scratch my upper thigh. This dang thing was so unbearably itchy and rough. Oh, did I mention we were cheerleaders? Hannah decided we should go out and celebrate our victory, her treat. She stepped on the gas and headed for the interstate. Just as we approached the turn on ramp, we were hit. Hannah tried to grab hold of the steering wheel as best she could. The person who hit our car, smashed right into her side of the car, causing her to fly forward and violently hit her head against the windshield. The car vastly spun around and around. I ended up hitting my end on the dashboard. Once we stopped spinning and my head returned to normality, I looked around at what had just happened. I looked over at Hannah, her hands still tightly gripped on the wheel. Her head lay gently on the middle of the horn, causing it to sound off loudly, her forehead was gushing blood like crazy. I unbuckled my seatbelt and lunged towards her, shaking her softly, but firm. "Wake up!" I screamed loudly. "Oh my god please! Wake up!" I got out of the car and ran around screaming. "Someone help me! Please!" I quickly took out my cell phone and dialed 9-1-1-. The ambulance couldn't have arrived sooner, then the fire department, and soon the police. Flashing lights and sirens surrounded the entire area. I had to stand back and watch as the firemen cut the car door off its hinges. The driver hit us so hard, her door was smashed way far in. Luckily she wasn't pinned down by it. Once the door came off, another fireman helped Hannah out of her seat and carried her over to the ambulance. We sped off to the hospital as fast as we could. The paramedics rushed Hannah inside on a stretcher. "Oh my! Sweetie are you alright?" a nurse in the hall asked as she scanned me up and down. "I'm fine, I just need to find my friend" I said, panic stricken as I rubbed some blood off of my forehead. I rushed down the hall to the room I knew was hers. I was about to go in before being stopped by a large man. "You cant go in there" he said sternly. "I have to! That's my best friend!" I cried. "I'm sorry miss, but you're going to have to wait out there" he said, pointing to a waiting room down the hall. "No!" I screamed, trying to push him out of my way. "Someone get her out of here!" he yelled as he slipped on a pair of blue latex gloves. The next thing I knew, I was being wrestled by a huge security guard. I kicked and fought as hard as I could. I managed to see the doctor pull out the defibrillator and thrust it on her chest, then yell "Bump it up to 150!". I stopped as the guard finally lifted me and carried me to the waiting room. He stood close by to make sure I wouldn't try anything sneaky. An hour went by. Then another. I got tired of staying up and waiting. I slid down in my chair and drifted off to sleep. I was woken up by the sound of shuffling feet and a doctor standing over me. "Are you Leanza?" he asked. "Yes!" I said jumping up out of my seat. "How is she?" "I'm soo sorry. She didn't make it. She suffered a concussion and major internal bleeding. We did everything we could" he explained. I stood there in disbelief. He was lying. He must have been. She couldn't have died. Not like that. I ran down the hall to the room she was in, not caring about the security guard, let alone anyone else. I opened the door and peered inside. There she was. Lying in the hospital bed, lifeless. Her face had turned gray, all the color that was once there, had been drained. I walked over beside her and grabbed her hand. It was as cold as ice. My eyes began to well up with tears. I fell to the floor and began to shake, my hand still gripping hers. My best friend was gone. Just like that. And worst of all, this is what had triggered the start of something new, without me even realizing it.