It wasn’t my fault.
Jenny told me so. And the doctors. Plus, Coral’s grandparents. I wasn’t the one driving. It was pitch black
out there, not to mention her lights had been going out. There was nothing I
could have done.
Their assurance didn’t make me feel better. Even if I did
believe it, I still would’ve felt hopeless, like I was being sucked into a
black pit. My parents said it’ll be hard. The first days would be like this.
But I will get better. Someday.
I should believe them when they told me I wasn’t to blame,
that I would get better. After all, I always trusted them. Before this, I hated being sad. Now that’s all
I am. Just when I think I can convince myself that it wasn’t my fault, a voice
inside reminds me of the truth. It’s three little words, yet it echoes in my
mind.
“They don’t know.”
Nothing matters once I
hear that. Nothing ever will. Everyone told me not to blame myself, but I knew,
deep down, I could have prevented it.
Thanks for reading!
In Christ,
Sarah
I'm pretty sure this is your best entry yet. SARAH, this is AMAZING. I LOVE IT!!!!
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Goodness, Sarah, you just rip my heart out! ;) Great job, though. =)
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