There a few things I want to talk about but I think I should start with the depressing stuff. Not to make you guys sad but to help me feel less helpless and alone.
Yesterday morning I received a very upsetting and heart wrenching message from my friend Quinn's mother. Apperently she had been coming home from a party with her boyfriend and he had crashed the bike they were on. They got rushed to the hospital but it just wasn't meant to be. They both died. This may sound blunt, but frankly I can not force myself to keep from imagine this happening. All I can picture is mangled bodies and blood everywhere. My BFF at a obtuse angle, eyes rolled back in her head. Bones sticking out and glass and scrap metal everywhere. I still can't believe that this is real. How could it be? I had talked to her the night before about the usual stuff, college, her boyfriend (who she was absolutely in love with) , all the fun stuff we would do over break. I would like to think that I can recall every word, but in truth I can't. I can't for the life of me remember exactly what her last words were to me. I just remember the general premise of our talk. That's the part that bugs me. You think that when a travesty like this happens you'll have total recall. I wish it was. I wish that I would of told her not to go. In a sick way this is kind of my fault. If I would of been there maybe I could of changed something. Maybe she would still be here right now. Quinn wanted to be a photographer. Q didn't like to take pictures of people though, she was more into nature and how it compared to the urban world. It hurts knowing that when I go home I can't go bug her at work, or call her and have hour long conversations about absolutely nothing. There will be no more picnics in the tress or river hopping to get just the right angle. All there will be is silence. A hallow piercing silence.