Today I visited the grave of the person closest to my heart. She was basically my family, and truly made me happy. She was buried two long months ago, and today is Christmas Eve now. I bought her a gift several months before her death, and I had it scheduled to arrive at her home today. She would've loved that ugly sweater...It is hard to believe that not far under my feet lies the decomposing body of my best friend and sister. I can't believe that she isn't here anymore. We was supposed to go to college together and get hitched together. We even decided that we'd go on our honeymoons together. Now, none of that will happen.
Dear Diary,
Now I know why Dylan isn't writing me letters. His mother called me today, and told me of the great tragedy. There was a shooting at his school, and he was a victim. He is hanging onto life by a mere thread. He was shot twice in the back and once in the temple. A gunman entered the school and started shooting. Dylan was in his Bible Study class, and was in the process of giving his testimony. When the first shots rang out in the room, he took action. He started getting people out the side door, and once every one had began fleeing he called 911 and tried to find the gunman. Once he found him, he grabbed the man. An accomplice punched him and knocked him out. The gunman fired two rounds into Dylan's back and one into his head. I can't believe this is happening! His mother has arranged for a private driver to come and pick me up. I will be admitted into the same hospital as he is so that we can be together. I am going to pack even though I don't have much to pack...the driver will be picking me up tomorrow. I am so nervous and scared to see my boo in the hospital. I love him so much and I hope that he recovers. There is a place in my heart that is telling me that he needs me to be strong and not cry, but another part of me is screaming in my ear to let it all out. I just don't know what to do. I remember one night we was bored, so we made relationship vows. He promised that he would be by my side until he drew in his last breath. I never thought it would ever get this close to him actually drawing in his last breath. I guess I thought he would always be here...I thought he'd be the one left behind, not the one to leave the other behind. He is still alive, for now, and I suppose I should be glad of that. I truly love him, and really hope he'll pull through this.
