R.I.P.

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The whispers made it hard to think, to breath. The sun was reflecting on the pavement, the tears we all cried. It went so fast, too fast for us to know what was going on. Everybody kept crying, calling out her name like it was possible that she was coming back. “I didn't know her that well..”people said, but that was a lie. We knew her, all of us did. We knew the sound of her laugh and that tone in her voice when she talked. We knew how funny she could be or serious when she had too. Every one of us knew her like a friend, like the girl who was always there.
It felt so wrong, things didn't make sense. I saw her eyes in front of me. She couldn't be gone, I saw her the day before, we laughed about how stupid the math exam was but now... she was gone, gone and never coming back. It didn't feel right. She couldn't be gone.
Tears kept rolling over my cheeks, my body was trembling. It was a shiver I couldn't shake off.
My dad tried to calm me down; he kept talking to me, just so I would stop crying but I couldn't.
I remembered the words I yelled to her because she said bad things about my friend Pixie, I was so mad that I wanted her to disappear. No one could hurt my friends and when she did... when they did... I freaked out. I didn't want her gone, I just wanted her to feel miserable for while, so that she would know what it felt like. I never wanted her to...
I couldn't say the words, they sounded so hard. I had too!
My friend died and there was nothing I could do!
Dad use to say that dying in your sleep was the most beautiful death their was, but he never meant it if you were only 15 years old. To young to live or to die!
What about her dreams, did she have them, did she have way to big dreams like we did?
Mam cried with me when I got home. She knew what it was like to loose a child.
It took me 4 hours to stop crying, but the feeling never went away. It kept playing with my mind, hunting me trough it all.
The final words I wanted to say were burning on my lips, making it all fuzzy. Words didn't come out right but I knew what to say. “I'll miss you!” I whispered and the world turned black.

RIP Hannelore
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