Echoes From the Grave

Some one out there please help me. This is not real for I am only sixteen this can’t be. The nightmare began on a beautiful summer day. I pleaded and begged until I got my way. A white lie was told. Helping friends move a truck to unload. They gave me the ground rules. I walked away thinking they were the fools. Riding around in the car as a passenger feeling so proud. We were all talking, laughing and the music playing so loud. Some of us were smoking and drinking just a few. Everyone started acting goofy as teenagers do. All of once the crash happened before we knew. There were screams heard, people and objects flew. Everything is dark I can’t see. No matter how hard I try, I can’t breathe Their words echoes, the doctors said I died. My loved ones I heard them all cry. It was just a little white lie, to have a little bit of fun you know. Everything is pitch black, where did everyone go? Please I beg of you help me make this nightmare end. Forgive me it was a lie to spend time with friends. Wait, wait don’t leave me. I am not dead; I am only sixteen this can’t be.