¡¡Por Favor Dios mío, solo tengo 17 años!!El día de mi muerte fue tan común como cualquier día de mis estudios escolares.
Hubiera sido mejor que hubiera regresado en el autobús, pero me molestaba el tiempo que tardaba llegar a casa.
Recuerdo la mentira que le conté a mama para que me prestara su automóvil; entre los muchos ruegos y suplicas, dije que todos mis amigos manejaban y que consideraría un
favor muy especial si me lo prestaba.
Cuando sonó la campana de las 2:30 de la tarde para salir de clases tire los libros al pupitre por que estaría libre hasta al otro día a las 8:40 de la mañana; corrí eufórico al estacionamiento a recoger el auto, pensando solo en que iba a manejarlo a mi libre antojo.
¿Cómo sucedió el accidente? Esto no importa, iba corriendo con exceso de velocidad, me sentía libre y gozoso, disfrutando el correr del auto. Lo último que recuerdo es que rebase a una anciana, pues me desespero su manera tan lenta de manejar.
Oí el ruido ensordecedor del coche y sentí un tremendo sacudimiento... volaron hierros y pedazos de vidrios por todas partes, sentí que mi cuerpo se volteaba al revés y escuche mi propio grito...
De repente desperté, todo estaba muy quieto y un policía estaba parado junto a mí, también vi a un doctor. Mi cuerpo estaba destrozado y ensangrentado, con pedazos de vidrios por todas partes, cosa rara pues no sentí ningún dolor.
¡Hey! No me cubran la cabeza con esa sabana no estoy muerto, solo tengo 17 años, además tengo una cita esta noche. Todavía tengo que crecer y gozar una vida encantadora... ¡no puedo estar muerto!
Depuse me metieron a una gaveta, mis padres tuvieron que identificarme. Lo que más me apenaba era que me vieran así, hecho añicos. Me impresionaron los ojos de mama cuando tuvo que enfrentarse a la más terrible experiencia de su vida, papa envejeció de repente cuando le dijo al encargado del anfiteatro: "sí este es mi hijo".
El funeral fue una experiencia macabra, vi a todos mis parientes y amigos acercarse a la caja mortuoria pasaron uno a uno con los ojos entristecidos; algunos de mis amigos lloraban otros me tocaban las manos y sollozaban al alejarse.
¡Por favor, alguien que me despierte!, No aguanto ver inconsolables a papa y mama. La aflicción de mis abuelos apenas y les permite andar... mis hermanos y hermanas parecen muñecos de trapo. Pareciera que todos estuvieran en trance nadie quiere creerlo, ni yo mismo.
¡Por favor no me pongan en la fosa!, te prometo Dios que, si me das otra oportunidad, seré él más cuidadoso del mundo al manejar, solo quiero una oportunidad más.
Por favor Dios mío... ¡solo tengo 17 años!
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Please God, I’m only 17 years old!
The day I died was as common as any other of my school days.
It’d have been better if I just took the bus back, but it bothered me the time it’d take me to go back home.
I remember the lie I told my mom so she would lend me the car; Among the lots of begging and pleas, I said that all my friends drove and I’d consider an important favor if she would lend it to me.
When the 2:30pm bell rang it was time to leave the school I dropped the books on the desk because I’d free until next day at 8:40am; I can excited to the parking lot to pick up the car, thinking only about me driving it as I pleased.
How did the accident happen? This doesn’t matter, I was going over the speed limit, I was feeling free and happy, enjoying the car speed. The last thing I remember was that I passed an old lady, it exasperated me her slow way to drive.
I heard a deafening noise of the car and I felt a tremendous shake…
Iron and glass parts flew everywhere, I felt my body turning upside down and I heard my own screaming…
Suddenly I woke up, everything was still and a cop was standing next to me, I also saw a doctor. My body was in torn and bloody, with pieces of glass everywhere, weird thing since I wouldn’t feel any pain.
Hey! Do not cover my head with this sheet I am not dead, I am only 17 years old, besides I have a date tonight. I still have to grow up and enjoy an exciting life… I cannot be dead!
After that, they put me inside a drawer, my parents had to identify me.
What’d embarrass me the most was that they’d have to see me like this, in pieces. I was impressed by my mother’s eyes when she had to face the most horrible experience in her life; Dad suddenly grew older when he said to the manager of the amphitheater: “yes this is my son”.
The funeral was a gloomy experience, I saw all my relatives and friends get close to the coffin passing one by one with sadness in their eyes; some of my friends were crying, others would touch my hands and wept while walking away.
Please, somebody wake me up! I cannot stand to see Mom and Dad so heartbroken. The affliction of my grandparents would barely let them walk… my brothers and sisters seemed ragdolls. It seemed as if everyone was in trance nobody wants to believe it, not even myself.
Please don’t take me to the grave!! I promise God, that, if you give me another chance, I’ll be the most cautious driver in the world; I just want one more chance.
Please God… I’m only 17 years old!
The day I died was as common as any other of my school days.
It’d have been better if I just took the bus back, but it bothered me the time it’d take me to go back home.
I remember the lie I told my mom so she would lend me the car; Among the lots of begging and pleas, I said that all my friends drove and I’d consider an important favor if she would lend it to me.
When the 2:30pm bell rang it was time to leave the school I dropped the books on the desk because I’d free until next day at 8:40am; I can excited to the parking lot to pick up the car, thinking only about me driving it as I pleased.
How did the accident happen? This doesn’t matter, I was going over the speed limit, I was feeling free and happy, enjoying the car speed. The last thing I remember was that I passed an old lady, it exasperated me her slow way to drive.
I heard a deafening noise of the car and I felt a tremendous shake…
Iron and glass parts flew everywhere, I felt my body turning upside down and I heard my own screaming…
Suddenly I woke up, everything was still and a cop was standing next to me, I also saw a doctor. My body was in torn and bloody, with pieces of glass everywhere, weird thing since I wouldn’t feel any pain.
Hey! Do not cover my head with this sheet I am not dead, I am only 17 years old, besides I have a date tonight. I still have to grow up and enjoy an exciting life… I cannot be dead!
After that, they put me inside a drawer, my parents had to identify me.
What’d embarrass me the most was that they’d have to see me like this, in pieces. I was impressed by my mother’s eyes when she had to face the most horrible experience in her life; Dad suddenly grew older when he said to the manager of the amphitheater: “yes this is my son”.
The funeral was a gloomy experience, I saw all my relatives and friends get close to the coffin passing one by one with sadness in their eyes; some of my friends were crying, others would touch my hands and wept while walking away.
Please, somebody wake me up! I cannot stand to see Mom and Dad so heartbroken. The affliction of my grandparents would barely let them walk… my brothers and sisters seemed ragdolls. It seemed as if everyone was in trance nobody wants to believe it, not even myself.
Please don’t take me to the grave!! I promise God, that, if you give me another chance, I’ll be the most cautious driver in the world; I just want one more chance.
Please God… I’m only 17 years old!
Shinigami*
~Life Isn't Set In Stone, Things Change~
~Life Isn't Set In Stone, Things Change~
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