Happy beginnings, sad endings3

by ~animedrawer1233

Back in the 11th grade when I moved from Maine to New York, I left all my friends behind, including my first crush, Ryan. I soon learned he had a big secret.
He was on Earth to protect me, my Angel. I had never believed in such childish things, God, Heaven, Hell.... but I do now.

One day, when I was leaving for New York, I was in such a hurry to get out of my terrible house, that I ran into the street without looking, I turned to the left of me and saw a Black car speeding at least 90 mph.

I screamed and dropped the box of clothes, I ducked and covered my face, but all I heard was a loud screeching noise, and I was pushed out of the way. It sounded like someone else was hit. I opened my eyes and I'm in the arms of Ryan. I start crying as we fall to the ground, and I hear the black car speed away. It was a hit and run.

I'm laying there on the side of the street, I panic and see that Ryan is bloody, with his eyes open wide but not blinking, I stood up, and checked his pulse... nothing.
He's dead!? No, it can't end this way! He can't die so young. It didn't matter, all you could hear for the next hour was me crying and the cops and ambulances, all coming at once.
It was like slow motion, my screams were silent, but It's like I'm watching myself from a high above place, like an Angel, I was still watching myself cry, but it was silently now.
I stood and watched with a blank face.... regretting to have gone into the street so carelessly.
Now, I'm watching everything from that high above place
which was Ryan's view, he was in heaven now, because of me...
it started to rain. I feel light headed and start to.... fall back into my body on Earth.
I fainted.

I woke up confused, angry, and scared. Yelling where's Ryan!?
I'm laying in a hospital bed. My head hurts, and my legs are bruised, with bandages on them. I remembered Ryan was dead because of me....
he must have given his life for mine.
How did he save me though? He wasn't even near me when the car came.
Who was driving the car?
I cover my face because I feel my eyes start tearing up, I heard three knocks at the door, and wipe my face. A policeman walked in with a black uniform and badge
tall, but old. He said the persons name who was driving the car was Tom Darings.
He explained that he was probably drunk with friends, and had done it before.
"The reason why my friend is dead is because of a drunk!?" I cry out
"Look miss, if you calm down I'll tell you more!"
I listened to what he had to say and he left me alone, finally.... peace.

Now in the present, I know exactly who hit me. But, I won't tell anyone unless they ask.
My life has become a rushing waterfall. I remember the fall the most.
Like during our lives, we'll remember the greatest or worst things that happen to us.
And now, I remember every second of the day that
Ryan my love.... is dead.