Sad story - I did not spend my girlfriend on the last journey

At the age of 16 my friend died. It was my one-year-old, very young, very child. Her death was stupid, a girl of 16 does not deserve such death at all. She had a beautiful name - Karina. She was introduced to us by our common girlfriend in the 10th grade. I immediately felt in her brother-in-law, she could be trusted with everything, even though I knew her such a short time. After going to our school, Karina studied for only six months, then returned to the old one, but our communication continued, albeit at a more relaxed pace.

The graduation was exhausted. Entering the first year of the institute, we practically stopped talking.

There were December frosts in 2009. I was in anticipation of the holiday, December 21 is my birthday, I was waiting for this day with great impatience. As I remember right now: 8 am, my parents have already congratulated me. Call on my cell phone. Her classmate called, her words were:

• Hi, I'm sorry to call Birthday, but you should know. Karina died, when she got herself a bathroom, they had a gas leak from the gas boiler. She lost consciousness and was drowned in water. Dad found it when it was already late.

I will not talk about my reaction, I cried all day, my mother dripped valerian every hour for me, and I could not calm down because memories of our merry times poured into me and rolled up a wave. I will not say that my birthday was like a parent's meeting at school. At the Institute it was necessary to hammer for a while, there was no hunting at all. I asked one question, just one: why was this lively, active, sociable girl destined to die at a young age? Why did not they let her live? Why put it in this wooden box?

The next day, December 22 funeral. And you know, my parents did not let me go, as luck would have it, my temperature rose to 38. I have weak immunity and they were afraid that I would get sick even more. I did not go, did not spend my girlfriend on the last journey. How I hated myself for it ...

After a couple of months I dream a dream: I'm going to a turn that leads to her street. I'm standing at the crossroads. And she, Karina, cheerful and radiant, left me a letter at the crossroads, runs away and screams: forgive me, I can not stay any more! I walked over and began to unfold the beautiful envelope slowly with trembling hands. It read: "I'm fine, do not worry. I forgive you "- and that's all.

I woke up with ease, and with such light and amazing. I felt a little relieved-she forgave me. I know that she forgave, she could not help but forgive, because she was an intelligent girl during her lifetime. But still a certain pebble on my soul I still have.

I still did not dare to go to her at the cemetery - I'm afraid. I can not, I can not do it. You know a month before her death in the evening I did my homework and someone knocked at the window. Looked - there was nobody. Strange, but you can not look out the window when someone knocks. To trouble it. Maybe this was a warning sign. That's my birthday a little shattered my nervous system.

In the spring of the following year (2010), my school friend was shot down, it was terrible, in the middle of the night a bell, panic. She miraculously survived. Her injuries were incompatible with life, she was 7 days in a coma. And the creature that knocked her down, walks around the area and lives quietly and rejoices.

This is a series of terrible events that happened to me at the beginning of my student years. Thank you for your attention, I did not dare to tell my story for a long time.