Confession
By ALBA

Confession
By ALBA

FANDOM: None. Original Fic.

RATING: PG.

SUMMARY/DISCLAIMER: A story originally written when I was in high school, but I still think it's one of the better pieces I've written (which may or may not say a lot).

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based on the poem "Death of an Innocent"

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Confession

As I lay here dying, I feel it important to remember why this is happening to me. I try to think of what has happened to make this scenario come about. Why am I the one to die when I haven't done anything wrong? I am a responsible girl! I'm no angel, but I'm no troublemaker either. But now I'm laying here on the pavement, knowing that this is the last thing that I, Sydney Anne Retner, will do.

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I've always been a happy person. My parents had a nice home, enough money to live comfortably, and my dad and I were the best of friends. I was "Daddy's Little Angel", or so my mother often called me. In school, I didn't drink, didn't do any drugs, didn't even really date boys. I was happy, and that was all that was important. I didn't need a boy to keep me busy, and I didn't need to be around a lot of people. I was just as happy being alone as I was being with my best friend, Caryn.

Caryn and I were the same age and had been best friends since the day we met in kindergarten. When we met that first day, we knew that we were meant to be best friends. We had many of the same interests including science, dancing, and languages. Caryn and I were the inseparable pair throughout our years in school and we vowed to marry brothers so that we could always stay together. Even when Caryn and I got to high school, we found our lives didn't change all that much. I mean, sure, there were more parties, and more guys to look at, but other than that, everything stayed the same, at least until the year I turned sixteen.

You know how every one tells you that when you get to be sixteen, it is one of the best times in your life? That's one of the biggest lies I have ever heard. Sixteen isn't much different from fifteen, only at sixteen you can legally drive. That's the only real difference. For my sixteenth birthday, my parents had decided to buy me a car. I had one all picked out from the local dealership, a little blue car that suited me perfectly. We just had to go pick it up. At school, I was my classes' representative on the student council and I was an honor student in English and Science. When I finished school I wanted to be either a journalist or a meteorologist. I loved my life.

Caryn and I had taken Driver's Ed together the previous year, so when we finally passed our road tests, we decided to show off our new licenses.

That night, the school was having a dance for Valentine's Day. Caryn and I got all dressed up and drove up to the school, all smiles My parents hadn't bought me my own car yet so we were using the one Caryn's parents had bought her for her sixteenth birthday. When we there, the gym was hopping already. The music was blasting loud enough to hear a block away, and the parking lot was crammed with kids having a good time. Laughing, Caryn and I jumped right in. We seriously partied down that night and we loved every minute of it. It felt great to let loose and have a ton of fun. All of the guys that we knew asked us to dance, and our favourite song was the last one played, giving us the opportunity to grab our favorite guy and just slow-dance for a while. It was a perfect night.

During the dance, I had heard rumors that someone had brought some booze. I didn't think much of it because I thought the teachers would have it under control. But I also didn't have any of the punch that was sitting on a table in the gym. When it was finally over, I begged Caryn to let me drive her precious car. I laughed at her reluctance, but finally she agreed. I got in the driver's seat feeling like someone important, and slowly drove up to the road. As I got there, I did what I was supposed to do-I checked both ways and decided that there was no one coming. I then pulled out into the road in the way I was supposed to. As I did so, a car with no headlights on rammed into Caryn's car and hit us like a ton of bricks. I heard Caryn's scream and through a haze I heard my own, but other than that I felt nothing as I blacked out.

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I regain consciousness as I am being pulled out of the car by the medical team. I dimly hear the policeman nearby tell someone that she was lucky to have survived such a horrible collision. It was then I realize he is talking to a sobbing and nearly hysterical Caryn. I don't feel any pain as I lie there, although I can't feel anything below my waist. I hear the paramedic tell the policeman that I won't live another ten minutes and then I start to cry. It hurts to cry, but I can't stop. I vaguely hear the paramedic tell me to calm down, but I can't. I am slowly going hysterical and seeing me cry like this only makes Caryn cry harder.

I see my life go by my eyes, the images and sounds as vivid as they had been the day they occurred. I see myself meeting Caryn for the very first time, and I see my parents and everyone I have ever known flash through my mind. Through my memories, I hear the policeman say that the guy who hit Caryn's car was drunk. And then I hear Caryn crying about why the guy who hit us is walking, while I am lying on the pavement dying. I can't figure it out either. It was then that I begin to think of why I was dying, when the accident could have been avoided. If only the guy hadn't been drinking, if only he would have had his headlights on...

If only, if only.

I hear sirens screaming in the distance and realize that they are too far away to help me now. Caryn is screaming that it isn't fair. I begin feeling sharp pains in my chest and know that it is only a matter of a few minutes until I die. As the seconds pass, I start saying a prayer for everyone that I know. I know that Caryn and I would be parted for a very long time, and I want God to keep her strong. I want my family to be okay. I want my friends not to worry about me because I know I'm going to a better place. I want the guy who hit us to be punished for what he's done because Caryn is right. This is not fair.

All of a sudden I feel my breath get shorter and shorter and I know that the hourglass of life is running out for me with every intake. The world begins to go dim and the last thought I have is that I want them to put "Daddy's Little Angel" on my grave.