Kendra's Useless Rambling Section: I was on my way to work in late October of 2001. I was working at Target then, the graveyard shift.I was driving on this twisty turnie road and all of a sudden I saw a green flash in the sky. I thought to myself "Oh, It's going to rain" but when I looked up there was no cloud to be seen. I quickly dismissed the thought of rain and kept on driving. About 20 seconds down the road I saw 2 cars stopped side by side and thought why are these people just sitting there? The closer I got I started to see bits of glass and as I was soon to relize bits of car all over the road. The items they had in the trunk was spilled all over the road. I had to think quick, to stop or not to? I stopped. I remembered the green flash and relized that the wreck had just happened and could not live knowing that I could have been the one to make a difference if some lived or not.I quickly pulled over and ran to the site. Only one car was in the crash she had slammed into 2 electricity poles one of which had wires that looked like they were about to fall. I asked " what can I do to help?" and at that time the driver got out of the car. "go talk to her" a man said. I went over to her she was panic stricken,confused and stumbling around. I tried to talk to her she would have nothing to do with me but walk away. I tried to grab her to set her down "Don't touch me!" she said with this look on her face. The only thing she said to me was "is my face fucked up?". I said "no" and she walked off and went to the passenger side to see her friend. The other people who stopped to help told her to go sit down and not to worry. She walked away and started to go into a hysteria. Crying and pacing, trying to figure out what to do. We started to follow her to calm her down and as I started to follow I heard a voice "Someone stay with me" I looked over to see the passenger. I went back and asked if anything hurt. She said her arm did and I asked if anything else hurt she just said "is my face fucked up?". I again answered the question with a "no". I looked down and the car door was dented in against her legs "I'm a R.N. move over" a female voice said. I quickly gave her room and backed away. I looked to my side and saw a man standing by what used to be the back of the car and he pointed at it. It had no trunk left just twisted metal and open space. I looked in the backseat and there was a girl her her body being held up by the seatbelt and her head down with shoulder length hair covering her face. She was not moving, the sleeve of her shirt was half torn off with blood on it and bone sticking through the top part. Now that I think of it I don't remember ever seeing her forearm. All of a sudden her head started to shake "Leanne, Leanne?!" the driver said. She had hopped back in the front seat and was trying to wake her best friend. She was quickly stopped and removed from the car. By this time the police,ambulence and a fire engine were there. All of us who had helped just stood back and watched. We answered any questions when the time came " did anyone see the accident?" the policeman asked. "no" everyone said the road was so curved you could not see any road ahead of you. I heard a paramedic say "there's no pulse" he covered her with a yellow cover and walked away.The driver was being looked at by the paramedics and was escorted by a young man who had been able to calm her down. She was crying hysterically but she did what everyone asked of her. She went into the ambulence and that was the last I saw of her. The passenger was the next one they started to help at this time we were told "folks there's no more you can do, just please go home" We did just that except I still had to go to work.
The events of that night have been with me since it happened. On the "anniversary" Of Leanne's death I took rose's to the site of the accident. As I did a few days after it too. I finally saw her picture on the news she was a beautiful 17 year old girl who wanted to be a teacher.She volunteered at the YMCA,I think thats what the news said atleast. I cry when I think of her I did'nt even know her and her death has really effected me. Her "best friend" was driving under the influence, Im not sure what happened to her but Im sure the memory of what she did is far worse than any punishment. I get sick when I think of those two girls asking me"is my face fucked up?" WHAT DOES IT MATTER YOU TWO SELF INVOLVED LITTLE GIRLS!!! YOUR FRIEND IS DEAD!!! WHAT THE HELL DOES/DID IT MATTER?! I hope they never forget I know I never will. How can someone's death, someone that you did'nt even know effect you so much??? I'm sorry but I had to write this for my own therepy. ~Kendra~
~Leanne rest in peace~
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Sorry no picture....What? What did you say? Well, don't get fussy just because the Dane is your favorite breed and I don't have a picture! If you want one so bad go find your own! Oh yeah!!!!! Well up yours too!!! He, he ;-)
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