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I Cried That Day
I remember when she used to laugh, and she smiled brightly. I remember when we would listen to Enya while waiting for the bus after school. I remember when she would come over to my house in the middle of the night crying because her brother was drunk and her mom wouldn't listen. I was the one who used to calm her down and make her laugh again. In those days she was like my sister and i would kill anyone who would try to hurt her, i knew it.
One day after school she came up to me holding hands with another girl, whom i had not formally met, and asked if I would approve of her choice. Because I knew what it meant to her, I knew how significant it was, i had no problem saying yes immediately. The following night I was admitted into the hospital with a blood glucose count of 975, and was diagnosed with type one diabetes. i had to spend three days in the hospital.
when i got back she wouldn't talk to anyone, including me, I hoped she would get out of it. I heard a few guys talking about her, but I ignored them. On the bus ride home I watched her get off at her stop, which was odd because she used to get off at my stop then walk to my house say bye then go home. when I got off at my stop I checked the time on my cell phone and realized that i had a message, so i opened it
Good Bye
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i shoved my phone in my pocket and ran as fast as i could for her house. I ran up and pounded on the front door; five minutes from when I saw the text. i ran around to the back door cause it is always open.
I didn't need to go any further i stopped where I was I couldn't go further I wouldn't. I cried that day, for her, for her family, and for the fact that i would never see her beautiful face again. Today I can still feel the tense skin as it grew colder. I found out later that a few guys had pulled her and her girlfriend apart and forced the girls to make out with them, my second knight in the hospital. I swore they would feel my pain
And i cried that day, with endless tears.
In Loving Memory of Sadie Foote R.I.P.
Feb. 12 1996 - Apr. 25 2010
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