• Day finally came to a close. All that is left is to endure the dark, suffocating night alone. Pain has been the only thing I’ve been able to feel ever since the incident. I haven’t always been this way. I used to be a happy, spunky girl. My name’s Megan. People usually call me Meg, though.
    Now, let me tell you about what lead me to this place. My past starts here…
    I was born in America, but both my parents were foreign. I was fourteen years old and in my first year of high school. Everything was fresh and new, exciting.
    I was a diligent student; I always worked long and hard. But I was also quixotic, constantly fantasizing. Everything had a blissful flair to it.
    That’s right. I was clueless, fatuous and in love.
    His name was Peter. Peter was very popular amongst the other girls in our school. He was a junior, and year ahead of me. But, despite of the obvious sonority he had, he still chose me. You see, Peter and I grew up together. Our mothers used to chatter, saying that one day we’d marry. When we were little, I thought that revolting. Though, as soon as we hit puberty, I could only wish.
    Now, he and I were a thing. He often showed his affection by showering me with gifts and flowers. He had always been afraid that I’d be jealous of the other girls who clung to him with greedy hands. I always tried to assure him that I didn’t mind, but in truth, it really peeved me. I think, secretly, he knew that. I’m just glad that he never showed any interest in those puerile girls.
    I pretty much always got good grades. I was strong-willed and well-behaved. I guess in a way I was the model student of my class. I went through each day smiling, for I truly was happy. I had everything I could ever want. I had supportive parents, a loving boyfriend, a sweet little sister and a bunch of protective, fun friends.
    But one day changed all that. A man, a school official, had come to my art class one morning. I heard him ask for me.
    He whispered to me at the door, “Something has happened to your family, you need to come with me.”
    He turned and ran then, towards the main offices. I kept with pace with him easy. I was confused, and slightly panicked. Why were we running? What had happened to my family? I heard footfalls behind me. Peter appeared on my left side, his dark hair waving around his face. He wore a mask of worry, and determination. I could only wonder what he was so determined about.
    He glanced at me. I tried to picture how my expression looked to him, but I couldn’t imagine it. He took my hand then, squeezing it tight. Two figures appeared on my right, Lisa and Aki. They were my two best friends, and both very dear to me.
    Pausing in front of the office, the man looked at me with sympathetic eyes. He pulled the door open, and I perambulated into what was going to be the start of my eternal hell. That day, when I had sauntered to school, my father had driven my six year old sister Chrissie to school, first grade. My mother had tagged along, on the request of the little girl. That morning was unlike any other. We ambled through the same redundant activities. The only difference was that I hadn’t gone with them. I wanted to walk so that I could see Peter, and walk with him.
    According to the people who spoke to me, there was a car accident, killing seven people. Three of them were my family. They were gone. They were taken from me in the blink of an eye. It was posted all over the news. The other four people consisted of an old man, a wanted rapist and the drunk driver who had caused the accident.