Eternal Friendship

My friend Becca died in a car crash

Eternal Friendship







Becca and I were close friends. We both loved music and animals and photography. Our school was having a spring fling dance. I didn't want to go because I didn't have a date. But Becca really wanted me to go to the dance- even though I didn't have a date. She suggested we go together. Like a friends night out kind of thing. We could dance and eat food and drink punch. In the end, I decided to go. I didn't want to let her down. So I went. And we had a great time together.
Since we didn't have our driver's license, our good friend Matt decided to drive us home after the dance. It was raining really hard and the hail was even worse. We'd glance out the window, growing more and more nervous as the weather got worse and worse. 'Just a few more miles till we're safe at home,' I thought to myself.
Squinting out the front window, I watched the tree limbs laying in the bed of the truck in front of us wave in the strong wind.
"I don't think I like being behind this truck," Matt said nervously. "I'm going to get in the other lane."
Just as he turned his blinker on, I caught sight of the truck again. "Matt!!" I screamed in terror. The next few seconds seemed to last forever, yet they went by faster then my mind could process what was happening. Tree limbs and leaves and branches came flying toward Matt's car in a tangled mess. With a sickening crash, we came to rest on the side of the road.
I opened my eyes, my heart racing. Broken branches and twigs were piled on my lap. The speed and the force of the twigs hitting me had etched a pattern of bleeding scratches into my arms and face. I couldn't see anyone in the front seat.
"Becca? Matt?"
No reply. I flew out of the car at warp speed and pulled on Matt's door. He was lost in a tangled mess.
"Hold on, I can get out." He emerged and I could hardly believe he was still alive. It didn't even look like he had actual skin remaining on his face. But he was alive and conscious and at that moment, that was all I cared about.
I ran around to the passenger's side and flung open Becca's door. Small tree branches were so densely packed into the front of the car that I couldn't even see her. In a mix of fear and frenzy, I broke them away until I finally uncovered her.
"I'm going to find someone who can call for help!" Matt announced, sprinting back in the direction we had come from. I prayed someone would drive by, but with the weather conditions, it was very unlikely.
I looked at Becca. She suddenly grimaced. A large tree limb, at least as big around of my arm, protruded from her chest. Her entire left side was covered in blood and more was added to it with each pulse of her heart.
"You'll be okay," I told her, feeling the phlegm in my throat . Taking her hand, I held onto it for dear life. My heart was smashed into a pulp as I watched her. With every breath I took, I could feel tiny, razor-sharp daggers stabbing every inch of my body.
Becca smiled and my heart took a beating again. "You're so sweet. Thanks," she said softly.
My face was wet, and I wasn't sure if it was from blood, rain, or tears. It was probably all three. Soon, Becca's hand grew cold and the blood that pulsed from her chest became less and less with each beat.
"Tiffany, I love you so much," Becca whispered. "Don't let them keep us apart, okay?"
Not really sure what she meant, I was willing to agree with anything. "Yeah, I'll ride to the hospital with you."
She shook her head. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Promise?"
I searched for my voice for what seemed like years.
"I promise Becca," I said softly.



She smiled at me in her sweet way. Nodding, her eyes shut peacefully. The grip on my hand loosened.
In a panicked choke, I thrust my hand into the car, mere centimeters from hers. "Becca! Becca! Stay awake! Don't die! Don't die! Please! Becca..."
Running out of voice, I stared in disbelief at the blood-covered, cold body of one of my closest friends. One of my closest friends in the past 8 years. 8 years that had ended in one single unbelievable moment. I laid my head in her lap and sobbed her name until every last ounce of strength in me was gone. Dissolving into body-wracking tears, I fell onto the cold ground and grasped her hand again. The cold hail pounded on my back and I was all alone.
A week later was the funeral. I was a good singer, so I sang Amazing Grace. As I sang, memories of us flashed through my mind. I felt guilty for surviving. Why did this happen?? I should have died, not Becca. It took months of therapy not to blame myself. Becca was now a beautiful angel up in Heaven... and nothing, not even death, could break our bond. We would always be friends! Always. Forever. Rest in peace, my beautiful friend.