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Picture a scene about more than six months ago. Ten friends decide to have a day of fun. To leave their studies behind and go to the park. Picture these ten friends laughing, joking and piling into two cars. Never ever thinking that this day will stand as a pivotal point in everyones lives. An entire day of fun, winding to a close and just after lunch while heading back to school, driving on the highway, something changed, something went terribly wrong, and suddenly a red van holding seven of these friends rolls over, and over and over again, and again. While three others riding close behind can do nothing but watch.
Picture another scene of a young girl, who knew these friends, and loved these people, a young girl who had heard nothing of this accident. Suddenly finding out that her friends had been in a fatal car accident. And her stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to find out all that she can. To find names, and numbers and get in touch with people.You'll never know how she felt at that moment, caring so much for the friends she knew were involved but not knowing which ones were hurt. Dreading that it could be him, the one person she never wanted to see hurt. Until she finds a website; listing the names of the people she knows. She reads one by one reconizing every name but one. Until she breaks down and starts to cry, reading the names over and over again desperatly trying to grasp what's going on. One found Dead at the scene, two in critical condition, others in fair condition, one released. It was all too much for her to handle, all too much for her too take. All she wanted was to run, to run away from everything. To be home, to run into her room flop on her bed call her best friend and cry. She was Relived that he was ok, but crushed that another had died, and worried about those who had little chance of ever being the same.
Picture yet another scene, this time in a hospitol, where 268 friends and family have gathered most of them speaking frantically in Bosnian. Trying to figure out if their loved ones will survive and ever be the same. And I can't even begin to describe to you what it would feel like, when a doctor comes out and tells you that your son, only has a 30% chance of living, His brain is so damaged he may never fully recover if he does Survive.
Let's skip to a time a few days after this event a Monday to be exact: we see that same young girl, walking into her first day of school since the tragic death of her friend. Her eyes still hanging on to fresh tears, her heart grieving, her mind dreading not seeing his face in the hallways, and even worse she kept thinking of him. She felt guilty, she was so thankfull that he was ok, when other people were broken because the ones they loved, were gone, or in terrible condition. She sat through the rumors, through the naive people, complaining that people were being fake and that his death wasn't a big deal, she sat through it, held it all in. Until after entering a class already in tears throwing down her books and forcing her head down, trying her hardest not to notice the two empty seats, but knowing full well they wouldn't be filled. Thinking to herself, "He's supposed to be here, but I can't blame him for not coming after everything he's seen." And then when someone behind her carelessly comments "You know he should have been in that car instead..." The anger boiled over, every emotion that had been harbored for the entire morning came spilling out. "Don't you ever say that! I care about him so much, I've liked him for so long. Don't you ever say anything like that!" He recoiled and apologized tried to explain himself in vain but she wasn't listening she had but professed her love for him to a bunch of random people. What was she thinking, but it didn't matter, she just didn't care.
And now, let's picture the next day: Our young girl and a fellow grief stricken friend, walk down the street reminising. And then she sees him and her heart goes out, peeking around her friend straining to get a look, at the one person she had only seen in her dreams, but needed to see in person. And there he was. Sitting in a car eyes obviously puffy and red from tears. It was so uncharacteristic for him to cry, proving that beyond his cocky, self centered facade, he had a heart. A heart she knew was there all along, and seeing it would change her FOREVER.
Now lets fast forward, to this date. Every person involved in the tragic events now out of the hospitol, most of them back at school, A person once given a 50% chance of living now back to normal. Another, who was thought to be so damaged that He would never be able to lead a normal life again, back at school, still struggling to regain where he was before, but likely to graduate with his class, something no one thought possible. And our young girl you may ask, still dreaming of him of course...because she fell in love with the way he looks at her, because she saw him cry, and because she wants to show him real love.
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