Lost
Marissa Stephens
After March 28, 2003 my life would never be the same. In was the end of spring break and I was at my grandma’s house in Sanderville, GA. The night before my mom had came from Florida. She was there to pick up my brother Maurice and me, because we were going back home that day. At the time my older sister Melinda wasn’t staying with us, instead she was living with my grandma. Spring break was ending for my brother and me, and only beginning for my sister. Every day of my spring break I would asked my sister to come and visit us at our house in Florida for her spring break. When I asked her she would only say, "I’ll think about." Or "maybe."
The day we were leaving, my mom and my sister were already up and getting our stuff packed. I got up and got ready to take that long 9-hour trip back the Bradenton, FL. As we were riding in the car, my sister started to have second thoughts of going back to Florida, instead she wanted to go to Atlanta with my cousin. So we took her back, thinking that we were going to see her that summer. Our trip to Florida all was good, we got there on time, but waiting for us was a call from my dad saying that my sister was in a car accident and that we needed to come back to Georgia.
My mom, my step-dad, my brother, and I were all going back to Georgia. An hour had past and my mom was on the phone the whole time. When she was on the phone she said little words if any. She was quiet until the last call came from my dad. That was the call that made her start to cry. I keep asking her to stop crying but she wouldn’t, then my step-dad took the phone from her and said the words that I will never forget; " she didn’t make it."
After my sister’s death, life got harder. Every day I found myself crying; sometimes I was at home and sometime at school. I was sad all of the time. I got into arguments with my parents more then ever. It hurt so badly; I didn’t know how to deal with it. To make matters worse, the friends who I thought were there for me, turn out to be there only for themselves. They started using me and didn’t care for my feelings at all. I even found out that one of my "so called" friends was talking to my boyfriend.
Most days, I just got sick of it all, there were times when I had thoughts of hurting myself, but I would never want to put my family though to same thing twice. So I decide to run away just to get away from it all, the pain, and the hurt I was feeling inside. Not knowing where to go, I decided to go to the beach. As I sat there, I was thinking about everything that was happening to me and why life was so hard. As it began to get dark, I didn’t know where to go, so I went back home where my mom and the rest of my family were waiting.
After that, I asked my mom could I move back to Georgia with my dad. She might have been mad but I knew I had to do what was the best thing for me at the time. A part of me felt closer to my sister when I moved back because my sister always loved Georgia. It was her home as well as mine. Living back in Georgia made me feel better. Although I still cried every now and then, but my dad was there to help ease the pain.
My sister’s death had a big effect on my life, but having her around for the time that I did had a bigger effect on me. I will always love her and even though I never got the chance to say good-bye I know that she loved me as much as I love her. I don’t cry as much as I used to, but it always made make me sad. I will remember all the fun times we had together and that will as ways make me smile, but when March 28 comes around I find myself crying as if it was that same day she died.
Melinda Clarissa Stephens 16 years old died March 28, 2003 in a car accident. The car she was riding in ran a stop sign. It was hit on the passenger side by a log trunk where my sister was sitting. Four people were in the car that day. They had all been smoking weed, and although people may think they can drive under the influence they can’t. My sister died instantly, but the paramedics still tried to save her. It was no use. Melinda Clarissa Stephens 16 years old died March 28,2003 in a car accident. She was buried on April 2,2003 in Deepstep, GA.
We all make bad choices in our life, but some of those choices may cost us more then just our lives. It will cost our families lives as well.
R.I.P. Linda, Love Always Your Baby Sister Rissa.
Marissa Stephens
After March 28, 2003 my life would never be the same. In was the end of spring break and I was at my grandma’s house in Sanderville, GA. The night before my mom had came from Florida. She was there to pick up my brother Maurice and me, because we were going back home that day. At the time my older sister Melinda wasn’t staying with us, instead she was living with my grandma. Spring break was ending for my brother and me, and only beginning for my sister. Every day of my spring break I would asked my sister to come and visit us at our house in Florida for her spring break. When I asked her she would only say, "I’ll think about." Or "maybe."
The day we were leaving, my mom and my sister were already up and getting our stuff packed. I got up and got ready to take that long 9-hour trip back the Bradenton, FL. As we were riding in the car, my sister started to have second thoughts of going back to Florida, instead she wanted to go to Atlanta with my cousin. So we took her back, thinking that we were going to see her that summer. Our trip to Florida all was good, we got there on time, but waiting for us was a call from my dad saying that my sister was in a car accident and that we needed to come back to Georgia.
My mom, my step-dad, my brother, and I were all going back to Georgia. An hour had past and my mom was on the phone the whole time. When she was on the phone she said little words if any. She was quiet until the last call came from my dad. That was the call that made her start to cry. I keep asking her to stop crying but she wouldn’t, then my step-dad took the phone from her and said the words that I will never forget; " she didn’t make it."
After my sister’s death, life got harder. Every day I found myself crying; sometimes I was at home and sometime at school. I was sad all of the time. I got into arguments with my parents more then ever. It hurt so badly; I didn’t know how to deal with it. To make matters worse, the friends who I thought were there for me, turn out to be there only for themselves. They started using me and didn’t care for my feelings at all. I even found out that one of my "so called" friends was talking to my boyfriend.
Most days, I just got sick of it all, there were times when I had thoughts of hurting myself, but I would never want to put my family though to same thing twice. So I decide to run away just to get away from it all, the pain, and the hurt I was feeling inside. Not knowing where to go, I decided to go to the beach. As I sat there, I was thinking about everything that was happening to me and why life was so hard. As it began to get dark, I didn’t know where to go, so I went back home where my mom and the rest of my family were waiting.
After that, I asked my mom could I move back to Georgia with my dad. She might have been mad but I knew I had to do what was the best thing for me at the time. A part of me felt closer to my sister when I moved back because my sister always loved Georgia. It was her home as well as mine. Living back in Georgia made me feel better. Although I still cried every now and then, but my dad was there to help ease the pain.
My sister’s death had a big effect on my life, but having her around for the time that I did had a bigger effect on me. I will always love her and even though I never got the chance to say good-bye I know that she loved me as much as I love her. I don’t cry as much as I used to, but it always made make me sad. I will remember all the fun times we had together and that will as ways make me smile, but when March 28 comes around I find myself crying as if it was that same day she died.
Melinda Clarissa Stephens 16 years old died March 28, 2003 in a car accident. The car she was riding in ran a stop sign. It was hit on the passenger side by a log trunk where my sister was sitting. Four people were in the car that day. They had all been smoking weed, and although people may think they can drive under the influence they can’t. My sister died instantly, but the paramedics still tried to save her. It was no use. Melinda Clarissa Stephens 16 years old died March 28,2003 in a car accident. She was buried on April 2,2003 in Deepstep, GA.
We all make bad choices in our life, but some of those choices may cost us more then just our lives. It will cost our families lives as well.
R.I.P. Linda, Love Always Your Baby Sister Rissa.
2 comments:
Hey my wifey that story was amazing for someone who can't write or should i say,choose not to write.remember i will always love you even if we fight EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!
hey mama rissa. Your story was very deep. You are a good writer and are awesome. see ya.
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