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Submitted by Posthumous Laughter (View user info) at 2004-06-14 13:26:30 EDT
His friends were concerned, but not too much. He had not had that much to drink, so it was very unlikely that would have gotten into serious trouble. But when he did not return, and the cops came to break up the party, they informed them that he had been missing for hours. They had checked his car and not found him. Perhaps the police would have better luck, besides, they were drunk and probably could not have found him if they tried.
The phone rang. It was 4:45 in the morning. Who could be calling this early, she thought. Maybe he was sorry and wanted to get in touch with her. She picked up. Silence filled the already deathly quite room. The phone fell from her hand. The clock next to her bed flashed 12:00. Sometime during the night, the power had gone out over a majority of the city.
The power went out. Traffic lights in the already congested city died. Cars careened into each other. The police had their hands full. They were more concerned with routing traffic then finding a missing drunk. Though they had checked with his girlfriend. That counted for something.
She was pale and her hands clammy. She quickly dressed and ran down to wake her parents. They were confused. What was so important to warrant being rushed out of bed this early.
Calming her down, they reassured her that he was fine. He had probably gone home. They were sure he was safe. She stopped crying and went back to her room. She could not sleep. Not now, not without knowing where he was. He may have been a bad guy at times, but she loved him. And love goes beyond all else.
She finally fell asleep around 6. Fitful sleep at best.
A call at 10:30 awoke her. It was his roommate, wondering if he had gone to her house. Neither had any news.
The house phone rang. She quickly said goodbye and picked it up. It was her mother. She was crying. They had gone to get breakfast, and on their way home had taken the long route home. A nice drive through the Hollywood Hills, perfect day for it. The sky had cleared and the sun once again beat down on the city of angels.
That is where they came across several cop cars holding up traffic. It seemed to be an accident, so they got out to help. That is when they knew.
The funeral was brief. Just family and friends. Everybody dressed in black. Many tears shed. She cried as she ran her hands over the closed coffin. A life taken too soon; a chance to remedy never given. She stood back as the coffin was lowered into the ground. She clutched the still damp leather jacket in her hands as her tears rolled passed her dark glasses.
The investigation into his death was short. A simple autopsy showed too evident that his heart had failed. One of the few cases of a healthy 19 year-old dying because of cardiac arrest. The coroner's report reported the time of death at 1:26 am.
Years passed and she returned to his grave. Laying down the now tattered leather jacket, she brushed the dust off of the face of the tombstone. 'A Worthy Friend, A Worthy Foe', read the granite. A joke he had made on how he loved to argue and fight, even with his closest friends. Oh how true, she thought, oh how true.
This was written in loving memory of a dear friend, who's passing, though sad and troubling, was for the best. May you rest in peace and always have the time to speak your mind. -PL
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Submitted by posthumouslaughter (user info) at 2004-06-14 19:21:45 EDT (#)
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BTW:
this is the third, in case you had not figured it out. read these first, if you want to make more sense of it.
http://www.ubersite.com/m/35490
http://www.ubersite.com/m/35554
Submitted by bargled (user info) at 2004-06-14 15:12:08 EDT (#)
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