Gone Too Soon

My name is Rennessa meaning new life and butterfly, Little did I know, that this name fit me like a piece in a puzzle. I was only 17 years old when I died in a tragic car accident- it wasn't anyone's fault, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had a great life and two parents who loved me very much, there names were Lisa and Tom Anderson. Every person has their own saying on life: each can be applied or connected to their own thoughts and experiences. Life, to me, is like a puzzle: you have fun putting it together, but there always has to be a last piece signifying the end- sometimes the last piece comes too soon.

While I sit in the car at a red light, I watch the other cars go by. None of them are nearly as intricate as my parents car which is a massive lime-green truck with chrome spinners, and rainbow seat covers. You could see it from 100 ft away and you would know that it was our car. As soon as the light turns green the traffic is off again into the mad rush where everyone has somewhere to go and everyone thinks that there destination is the most important. But as I turned the corner onto the main road I crashed into an oncoming vehicle. I remember hearing the sound of the horn's wasted beeps, and the efforts of the screeching breaks that stopped too late. I recall the smell of gas and smoke as it polluted the air and burned by nose and lungs. The pain was unbearable, I could literally hear myself breaking along with my heart. But the memory that hurt more than the bones or the fractures, was the familiar blur of lime-green and the final beats of my heart.

Some say that everyone has a second life and becomes something that could finish what that person hadn't in their life that ended. I came back as a butterfly and lived up to my name which means reborn and butterfly. By being this creature, I got my long lost question answered. As I was floating in the air I noticed a cemetery below me and recognized my grave. I swooped down to get a closer look and was shattered at what I saw. Directly next to my grave was the names Lisa and Tom Anderson- 2009: the exact day that we had collided for the last time.