Laura PalmerA Story by Kathryn SmithAll the people of the town cast their eyes right to the ground in matters of the heart The night was all you had you ran into the night from all you had This is your heart. Can you feel it? It is both a blessing and a curse to have a strong and overactive imagination. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I almost got coffee with a criminal. I read his cases. There was more than one girl. The cases were detailed and brutal.
He used drugs. He did everything in the book. I deleted him off of Facebook. I blocked him. But people are very much alive outside of social media. The part that scares me most is he is free. Before he was turned in, I remember seeing him around campus. And he is still out there walking around. He could be anywhere. This man was relentless trying to hangout with me. What if he's mad that I deleted him? I live in a small town. It wouldn't be hard to find me. He knows where I go to college. What if he FINDS ME? I'm really not too concerned about this, but my poor imagination is having a party creating awful scenarios in my head. Today an interesting and very surprising thought echoed through my mind. What if he is trying to rebuild himself as a person? Imagine making a terrible mistake, learning from it, feeling remorse, and then trying to better yourself. But now everyone knows what you did, and you become nothing but a ghost and a walking, talking, warning sign. The people who have killed through drunk driving, or even a small accident, have to live with it for the rest of their lives. They are labeled forever and yet could still be a perfectly kind and good person. Anne Frank once said that she believed there was good in every single person. It still blows me away that a girl younger than I am, who was apart of one of the worst times in history, truly believed that. It says a lot about her character, and I happen to agree with her. I'm not going to go out or reach out to this man, but things like this really make you think. I am still haunted by what could've happened. And when I go back to our messages the creepier they become. I am eternally grateful I figured out who this person truly was. If you were in my shoes...what would you do? The song you'll hear below is called Laura Palmer by my favorite band. I often identify with Laura. Always running away into the woods and having bizarre things occur to me. This song constantly reminds and reassures me that my heart is still beating...and as long as you can feel it, you'll be alright.
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