Memory Cloud

By Bailey

Have you ever wondered why? Why can be asked about anything. Why this, why that. Why something happened, or why it didn't. I always thought that why was a dangerous question. A question that no one really knew the answer to. A question that I didn't really like to ask or answer. But I ask myself that question every moment I think of Kindra Bonney.

Now my memory of Kindra is getting hazy. Like a dark cloud that floats over a memory. I call it the Memory Cloud. The part of this memory that the cloud hasn't flown over is of her, Kindra. I remember Kindra flying in the air like a Raggedy Ann Doll as she was hit by the speeding car. I also remember throwing the blanket over her while she was lying on the pavement. With her blonde hair covering her face and a pool of blood slowly pouring from her head. And the way her back looked, with black tire marks from the second car that had run her over after she hit the hard blacktop.

I remember running away, sobbing hysterically. With big tears running down my cheeks. I was yelling, as I watched from afar, at the ambulance, to hurry. Hurry to take her to the hospital and help her. Finally they left.

It was two days later, that Kindra died.

It's been over a year since that night, and over that year this has constantly bothered me. Why, why did this young teenager have to die, when she had her whole life infront of her? I now know the answer to this dangerous question. Simply because, because it did.

Now the Memory Cloud is getting thicker. Like a dense city smog, with only spots of blue sky. However, I don't blow the Memory Cloud away, because I am ready. I am ready to not forget Kindra, but remember her in a different way. So I will let the Memory Cloud grow, until that way of her is remembered. Kindra will always be my bit of blue sky just beyond my Memory Cloud.