Amber's Journal, 2010, September 15
Amber, or as she called herself Blot in previous entries, can no longer write in this Journal. Why? Because she's dead. We just thought that in order to honor her, we would write this last entry for her.
Lizzie's, or Lizard, as Amber had called her, had to go to her grandmother's side because her grandmother was dying. Yes, Matt's Bank did take her home away from her, but only because she couldn't keep up with the bills with her medical conditions and medications. It was too costly for her, so she's now moving in with Lizard for her last days to be peaceful and with family.
Becky is having trouble with her own medical bills and home, but that's why her boyfriend moved in. Matt gave her an extra six months to keep paying…
As for yesterday, we all were supposed to host an intervention at the Bank for Amber. She obviously needed help, like I told her. But instead of accepting that we only wanted to help her, she ran out of the Bank and onto the street where a drunk driver hit her at over 100 mph.
They just took her off of life support. What was most depressing was seeing her father sobbing. He's not one to show emotion. He kept blaming himself for her death… Saying that he should have been around more, pushing her to get into College or a job. Says he should have at least spent more time with her, seeing as he got himself a new girlfriend.
I don't look forwards to seeing her two younger brothers' faces at the funeral.
Know this, Amber was a very intelligent woman in her own right with talents I know I couldn't touch. I'm not sure what happened to make her go off the deep end, but she is a real loss… Especially to our group of friends.
I wish she had just seen reason,
Cotton Ghost,
J
P.S.
We're turning this journal into the police and making copies to send to a few newspapers and news channels in homage to Amber as well.
R.I.P. Amber D.
Fin!
- Scitah