The death of a legacy 2 Be… Stories Untold 1
She took her last breathe at 7:11 am on a Friday night. SHe was tired and heart broken and angry with the world. and disappointed with her family because no one seemed to see the signs. She hurt like hell for about 3 years you know. I guess she learned to cover up hurt really well. You see her last conversation was with a dear friend who will remain nameless to protect him from a mistaken conspiracy to ruin a life. I thanked this person for always being there for her, but resented him for giving her what she needed when she was in need. And I hated him for supplying my friend with the prescription that would take away her heartaches and strong headaches that she had been experiencing…
They say she took two shots of tequila and 5 pain killers. I can believe that because she would say the pain in her heart was so excruciating that she just wanted to find peace. Did she over do it? But I dont understand how it happened! These are the questions I ask myself over and over again.
I picked up a journal that she had given me and I began to read her words. These words were dated but no year. It was cold outside then and it was farily cold this day... Her words read...
"I had a dream the other nite and I had to write it down. I was standing, then I recall floating and looking around seeing that my feet never touched the ground. I cried a few times because I realized that I was dead. Well not yet, I still had the chance to get back into my body. You know when you have an outer body experience you have 7-10 breathes to get back into your body. Well I was on breath 8 and I was gambling my fate. It was so interesting to see what people actually thought of me. It was so wonderful to feel the love that was actually meant for me. I watched as the police barged in my door, they found me in my dining room on the floor, with a telephone in my hand. and my friend was there too, he/she was yelling, what did you do! and I kissed him/her on the cheek but my kiss was mistaken for a fly, I watched him/her hold back more tears, wanting to cry. Yelling out “why”.
At the funeral I saw people I hadn’t seen in years. some in disbelief and some whispering, I knew her for years. the back stabbing was there, because of jealousy. who would have ever thought that death would get the best of me. I stood still as they read the eulogy listening to how proud everyone was of me. It was then when I realized my worth and knew that my life touched others, I just wished I could tell everyone that I didn’t commit suicide…"
And her story continues...
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