When I was in sixth grade a family of four (a mother, a father, and two daughters, ages 2 and 4) who lived in my neighborhood were in a car crash on the interstate, caused by drunk driving. The four-year-old girl named Tori was the only one who lived, and she now lives with her grandmother, who is a very good family friend.
And junior year of high school my boyfriend of one year, Peter, almost died on prom night. He was dropping me off at a friend's house, where we were having a girls' sleepover, at about one o' clock. We had just eaten at an all-night diner and had a ball telling jokes and goofing off and were now saying our goodbyes. I stood out in the driveway with my overnight bag, watching as he drove off down the road. There was a parking lot to an elementary school off of the road, and just as he was driving past the entrance a Chevy truck flew across the parking lot at about fifty mph and went right out into the road like it was about to cross it, into the ditch on the other side. Peter didn't hit the brakes in time, and he ran right into the side of the car, in which were two drunk boys from another high school. I immediately ran down the street to the crash, and as I did so I called my friend, who got her parents to call 911. The driver of the other car was not hurt at all, and his passenger only had some nasty cuts on his face and arm from where the window broke, but Peter had hit his head really hard on the steering wheel, and then hit the back of it really hard on his headrest when the force pushed him backwards, the doctors determined. He was rushed to the hospital with bleeding of the brain. I do not think I have ever cried as hard as I did that night. I wanted to stay with him until he got out of surgery, but my parents made me come home. A friend slept over to keep me company, but neither of us slept at all.
The next day I immediately called Peter's parents. The surgery had gone okay, but he was in a coma, and the nightmare began. For two weeks he was unconscious, and it was said that the boys who had hit him would be charged with homocide if Peter died. When he woke up at last, I was at school, in math class, and they called me to the office to tell me. On the way to the hospital I almost broke down crying, thinking that he might have amnesia or have gone blind or something (hard hits to the head can do both of those things, I learned in science class). All he had was a killer headache, though.
We have been together ever since then - two blissful years. There have been no complications from the accident. For those two weeks, I really thought I was going to lose him.
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bcpplayer
17 years ago
Well Thank God we survived! That story seriously almost made me cry. I'm glad he's alright.
When I was a freshman in High School, A girl I was friends with in elementary school (but kinda lost touch with) Was hit by a car. A woman who was heavily medicated on anti-depressants and should have been driving drove up on the curb and hit her. It was said that it broke every bone it my friend's body and she was in a coma for a day, then she died. Then my Senior year a kid and his sister were shot in a drive by shooting by a gang. Appartently he was in a rival gang. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. From what I heard, He jumped in front of her, he died at the hospital, she only suffered a shot to the arm. Then in the Fall on 2006, I lost a good friend of mine. He had a heart condition that no one knew about and he had a heart attack and died in his sleep. He didn't feel any pain which I'm thankful for. I miss him soooooo much. Everyone in my graduating class ws surprised. He was that last person we'd ever expect to go first. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. I even cary his picture around in my purse. It might sound cheesy but that way I know he's always with me.
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BettaFranka
17 years ago
When I was in 1st grade a 4th grade girl went to a beach for some photo shoots because she was modeling for an agency. She and a friend of hers were found dead and taken home by an ambulance. According to the official version both of them drowned, but the parents of the girl that was in my high school didn't want to know what really happened. Many think that it was a murder.
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charlie_221
17 years ago
This guy at mt school died about a month ago right before the exams, he was comlaining all week about a headaches and then, i thinkit was a wednesday, he got a seizure in school, they had to call ''école sécurisé'' (it means secured school=you have to stay in class, no one can go in the hallways even if you forgot ur binder or have to go to the bathroom..) anyways, he got driven by an ambulance to the hospital and he died there, apparently he had this desiese or something when ur veins that are in youre head flatten so the blood can't pass. It's sad cuz he was only 14 and in the 9th grade. Alot of 9th graders (especially girls) were crying in the hallways during lunch..some who even din't know him were crying.
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Justice_WithoutCause
17 years ago
Here's a story for you. I've been out of my highschool now for about three years. Here we start Highschool in grade 10, end at grade 12. So three years of highschool. In grade 10, around November this kid Derek (great hockey player) decided it were best to commit suicide. No note, no apparent reason. He was still with his girlfriend, average guy.
Grade 11, my next door neighbor dies from MS. He wasn't supposed to live past the age of four, his twin brother had past on years before, and he got sick. He decided to stop fighting it and just die.
In Grade 12, I was walking up the road to the store. I see this guy, stop we have a great conversation. He says he's going drinking at a party, blah blah blah. Three days later he was found in this feild with one tree. He was dead since that night. I was the last person to see him alive.
Every year since, there has been a death. One boy has jumped off a bridge after receiving a huge scholarship. Another fell off a cliff, and the last one shot himself.
In all cases other than my neighbor there has been no reason for suicide. No suicide note, great life. The usual reason for thinking about it is your love life, yet they had all great relationships.
The weird part is all six of those boys, were all the Prom King type of guy, all jocks and braniacs. Everybody knew them.
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Sharkgirl1121
17 years ago
Last year when I was a freshman, this girl named Angela (who I went to grammar school with) died in a car crash on March 29th. Her passing really upset the school. (But i didn't know her well)
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