I remember the day I was free. It was a feeling of pride. The wind in my hair making it all wild, the sun hitting my face so I felt the warmth. The noise of the engine surrounding me as if it were the only sound I was only aloud to hear. I felt that I was the car and the car was me. Sixty mph wasn't enough so I persisted, I asked for you to go faster and higher and it felt like I was flying, my arms up in the air as a soaring eagle. You driving, you looked so smart, so in control of everything, even the car. "Faster, faster", I kept saying. And, you did - the faster we went the better it was...or so I thought. I turned to look back for one second and when my eyes came back to the front...BANG! Into another car we went. I was scared. I felt something on my legs it was as if a weight was pressured into me. Burning into my flesh. It kept me from moving. When I woke up, I realised I was in a hospital bed. I was just lying there not knowing whether you were alive still. I looked at myself in the mirror and the bland expression on my face told me that the most important thing to me was gone. My freedom it was taken from me instantly. A voice from behind me told me something had happened to you. My heart stopped. It was as if death itself pulled the plug on me because the doctor told me you had died instantly on the scene. You died because I told you to go faster and as I'm sitting here shedding tears for what I have done I wish it was me looking down at you instead of you. You won't ever see daylight or nightfall. I won't ever see your smile again because of it. I pray that the day we meet again you will forgive me for what I have caused. But, for now good-bye. and Until that day I hope you had enjoyed your freedom for whenever we were together, it was freedom.
Sharon Kennedy
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