Goodbye Lullaby

8:59 PM


Sirens blared as the crimson and blue lights shatter your vision. A feeling of panic finally sets in as the scene unfolds. Sheer horror chills you down to the bone. You find yourself gasping for air, like your throat has closed off. How? You try to make sense of the last few seconds that just passed by. Men in uniforms pull you away, constantly asking for your name but the voice is too distant and your brain is shutting him out. You feel a soft fabric drape over your shoulders and as you stare down you see an orange blanket covering you, probably given by the paramedic who is now running towards the scene. You see people peeking out their windows, opening the front doors, or coming out of their cars just to watch. Don’t just watch, do something. The women are in a state of shock, whispers travelling from door to door. Children are confused as their parents send them up to their rooms and make promises to not peek out of their windows or else. The sound of screeching metal overpowers the sound of the sirens that filled the empty road and you look over, your vision blurred by the hot tears.

People are gathered, their camera phones capturing every horrid second. I don’t want to relive this moment, please stop. The paramedics seem to cringe at the sight of the crash. A body is being rolled away on the other end. You see the delicate hand hanging, so lifeless. You can’t even bring yourself to look at the girl in front of the car. Her body twists and snaps in odd directions and her hair is tangled in glass.

Your stomach churns with guilt. Just seconds ago this is what you wished for, to be gone. You remember the pain your heart felt. You remember trying to find a reason to fight, but falling apart when you couldn’t. You remember the numbness that seemed to travel through you- in you. So lost and alone. Trapped in your own mind and their perception.

It’s their fault.

A tragic accident, they say.
These teenagers never change, they say.
These gangs, they say.
The alcohol, they say.

All of them stare down and shake their heads in disappointment. There is no sympathy for them, just their families who now how to live with this grief.

They were asking for it, they say.

But we weren’t, we just wanted someone to listen.

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