23/08/2009
Ah… a fine Sunday morning. Guess better days are in store after all. I can’t believe how well “The Drive” turned out to be. Leaving the story on a cliffhanger was just brilliant! I really outdid myself I guess. Despite what people might think if they ever read the flash story, it isn’t really a part of my life I wrote. I’m doing great these days. I’ve become “Mr. Popular” due to my skills in communication. Go figure!
I’ve got girls running after me now which is kind of a change from the usual where they used to totally ignore me and stuff. It’s all thanks to Jamie I guess. She’ll forever live in my heart. Oh right… The story… Yeah… I wrote it when I read this article on a teenage girl dying in a car crash on the freeway. It was a sad story really.
People just judged her based on preconceptions. No one even cared about what she might have went through. That stupid report in the newspaper where she was called a loose cannon will never go away from my heart.
“A car driven by a teenage girl crashed into the railing and then flipped off after losing all control. The incident took place yesterday morning when Megan Railington, the driver, was speeding along the freeway and apparently lost all control. Witness reports from motorists shed light on how rash the girl was driving before the accident occurred.
‘It was like she was possessed. She almost gave me a heart attack swerving like that in front of me before she hit the railing’ said a lady driving behind the car. Authorities say that the girl died instantly on impact when her head rammed against the steering wheel with great force. Postmortem reports support the theory saying the brain received severe damage upon impact.
‘The girl wasn’t even wearing a seat belt! Teenagers these days just want the rush of the thrill. It’s like a drug to them. They cannot get enough!’ the detective inspecting the crime scene was reported to comment. The family of the girl support the detective as they called their daughter impulsive and reckless.
Coming from a loving family of four, Megan was the youngest daughter. Her elder sister Tracey is a university student on a scholarship. Her father, Mr. John Railington, is a local businessman who is well respected in the neighborhood. Megan’s mother, Caroline, is a housewife taking care of the household and her children.
‘I don’t know why she would do such a thing!’ a sobbing Mrs. Caroline was reported to have said in an interview. ‘We always treated her with all the love, care and respect that she deserved.’ The incident, fortunately, was very much localized with Megan the only victim. The distance other cars maintained helped them get out of the way just in the nick of time.
The whole accident is being considered as an act of reckless driving on the part of the high school teenager attending Mount Caramel. School administration confirms the reports of young Megan being a trouble maker. ‘She used to miss out on her homework and assignments, would come to class with bruises after getting into fights, she even skipped classes from time to time,’ a teacher was reported to have said.
The accident raises a question in the hearts of many concerned parents and officials about the decision of the government to hand out driving licenses to teenagers at the age of 16. Many of them suggest that the legal age for driving be pushed back to the earlier age limit of 18 years when a person is considered no longer as a minor.”
The rest of the report was just bull shit talking more of stupid opinions that no one really cared about. They called Megan reckless. She might be reckless but do you know what made her that way? One doesn’t go from being a regular John Doe to James Bond over just a whim. There should have been more to the story.
Well, not that I knew much about Megan either. But I felt a desire to write down at least one perspective that I felt might lead someone to such an act. Maybe it’s my experiences from the past that made me feel that way but I just wanted to get it out there. Even if no one ever reads my story, it makes me glad that a part of Megan lives through me in this diary.
I guess I’ll keep writing in this diary for a while. Of course, I won’t be making entries every other day but on days that I really feel like it, but it would give my real self some shelter. This is the only place I can be myself anyway. A place where I don’t have to act like a normal teenager in society and can let my mind be free from the chains of social behavioral codes.
I’ve learned a lot from the time I started talking to other people. I realize now that most people aren’t really interested in listening about you but rather just in being listened to. I guess I’m no different except for the fact that I can’t really speak out the way they do. The only listener I have is this diary where I pour out my heart and soul.
Even my so called friends that I’ve made are all but people bound by their insecurities. They want to discuss all that they’ve gone through thinking that they’ve gone through a lot. I think empathy is but dead in people these days. No one is capable of wearing another’s shoe anymore. To each one’s perspective, they’ve got the biggest feet there is in the world.
And while I am listening to Eminem’s “Beautiful” while I write, I can’t agree more to the words he’s singing. What timing right? It’s all about empathy that doesn’t exist. It released just few days ago and I’m so glad I bought myself a copy. A song about trading shoes and having a private place. A song about how each one of us is beautiful.
I wish I could have given Megan this song. She would’ve loved it I’m sure. And maybe she might’ve even lived. Then again, no one’s got a time machine that I can borrow and go back in time with this CD. All I can do is wish about things that are no longer possible. Like maybe Hitler might’ve wished in his later years during the war about going back and getting it all right.
Well, I didn’t know Hitler and I don’t know anyone else either. All I know is myself. That’s all I can hope for I guess. In a world where many are in the dark about their own identities, I for one, am pretty sure about myself. I wonder if it’s sad that no matter what I or anyone else did, no one will understand me better than myself. Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t. Who really knows right?
Jeez… I sure rant a lot these days. Kind of even feel like a girl these days. Guess Jamie lives on in my heart. Anyway, I should better get ready for church. It’s almost time. Shouldn’t keep my parents waiting or else they’ll try to figure me out again like two years back.
Not that I don’t appreciate the fact that they try but their efforts are, in all honesty, a huge nuisance to me. Just like the effort of any other person trying to judge me based on their preconceptions and limited knowledge of my life. No one can really know or understand another… After all… You can only see through your own eyes right?
