“Please help me,” I whisper into the radio, begging with my last bit of strength. “Please.” But there is no response. I listen keenly, wishing for any noise, even a grunt. I wonder if I’ll ever see my parents, my sisters, or Rudy again. I remember the touch of Garland’s hand on mine, and I wish I could go back to that moment when I didn’t kiss him. If I knew I was going to die a few minutes later, I definitely would have kissed him. Hard. And maybe even gotten to play with the goodies he was hiding in those sweatpants. What does it matter now. Tears gather in my eyes at this sad regret. Then
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Ava's got lots of regreats now...but did Garland hear her?
