The Image Of Her

 I sit here on myspace. I glance over to the side of the screen and I see it. Her name. Her face. Her. My heart stops. My eyes widen. My heart aches. Right at that very moment I didn't know what do to. Should I turn away, or click on it? As I thought to myself as blank as the sky, I feel a tear roll down my soft check. I wipe it and look at the dried tear lie on my fingertip and then make my head turn the other way. I feel more travel down my checks. I look back at the screen at her picture. I shut my eyes and try to shut it out. But all I see is the darkened image of her, the gun gripped between her shaking hands, and her scared, painful expression on her smooth face. I shoot my head up in the air as I cry out in despair.

I look back down at her picture once again. At this point its like a rushed river in a harsh rainstorm racing down my red, hot face. My trembling finger moves the curser over to her name. I click on it. Her profile comes up. I scan over her page. My eyes immediately get a glimpse of her status. Doing worse, is what it was. Her mood, Depressed. As i read those few simple but incredibly meaningful words in my head my eyes start to burn and depression covers my whole body. Now, thinking of her, and her past days.

I look at her picture once more. I can't. I quickly look away. I close my eyes once more and try to get a different image then before. I do. Nothing good, though. I see her. She is laying in a coffin. I then see her blank face. The face of a loving, caring, beautiful girl who's time had miserably passed by. I look at her face and see a tear roll down it. I open my eyes with a confused look. I'm now thinking to myself, the tear... is it of happiness or regret? I think about this for a couple minutes. I then look down at her top friends. I see eight people. Eight people who obviously loved and cared for her. As I and a lot of other people did.