Lost in love                                        
                                          By: Sara H
                                                        1st Hour

     My Dad always told me “Love hurts just much as death and that if I love and somebody dies then you’re not going to know where to put that love.”  Well I didn't know until now.
My name is Brooklyn Rose Worsley.  I’m a Junior in Highschool, I have no brothers or sisters or a Dad-he left when I was four-only a Mom in my house. I’m not all that rich, but I am a high up middle class girl, and I figured that… I AM depressed.
One day I went to this small restaurant Sweet Dreams, I took my favorite book “if i stay”- the I is literally lower case-it’s small, three booths by a window, and tables in the middle with a Gumball machine.  I order a large fry and a cherry soda, my favorite Autumn meal, and go to sit down at a booth away from everyone else.
I’m a pretty lonely kid, because I live with only my mom and no, I don’t have any friends.  I can't get along with anyone, except for today.
A guy walked in, he looked around 18, then he ordered the same thing as me and looked around for a seat.  He made eye’s with me, walked towards me and sat.
            “Hey, I’m Rian, what's your name?”  He said with a grin on his face.
            “Bro… Brooklyn” I stammered at my food.  I looked up. He was amazing, blue-green eyes, oval face, tall, looked very built, brown hair, medium sized mouth. He looked like a hot cheerleader kind of guy, but he wasn’t.  I was his type by the way he looked at me.  I almost wanted to faint.
            “If you’re wondering why I sat here it is because I like meeting new people and you’re one of them” said Rian.
            “I don’t even know you” I said, trying to make a point.
            “Exactly, thats why I want to meet you. What school do you go to?” Rian asked.
            “Arrowhead high school, Junior.”  I stared.
            “Cool so do I, Senior” Rian said with a faint breath. I smiled and looked down to eat and picked up the book as if to start reading.
            “Do want to go see a movie?” He asked, but before I could answer more questions came. “Have you ever seen Harry Potter before?”
            “No, what's Harry Potter and… yeah… sure let’s go see a movie!”  I said scarcely.  His mouth dropped to the floor.  As I finished eating, I got up, and we threw away our stuff, got my book and left.
            Once we got to the movies, we stepped out of the cold and chilled air into what felt like a sauna movie theater.  We bought our movie tickets, got food and soda, walked in and sat down.
            Rian and I saw “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”.  I have to say, it was AWESOME.
            I think we were both thinking that night how awesome the movie was, and I know I was thinking that, yes, I now have a crush on him.  We must hang out again, soon!
We started hanging out more and more each day.  Now, it’s February, and when we first met, it was October.
            I bet you were thinking that you want us to fall in love, but I don’t know about Rian, but I fell in love with him the way you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once.
            That night, he took me out to dinner at a place called The Fox and Hounds.  It was really fancy, and man was the food great.  It was a grenade of flavor, and as soon as you put it in your mouth, it exploded into a million different tastes in one thing.  It was called Cherry Cloufites.
            “Oh my gosh!  This is amazing!”  Rian said in a delightful mouthful. 
            “I would have to agree,” I said.
            “What if something absolutely tragic would happen to us or even one of us?  What would you do without me in your life?  What would I do without you?”  He says questioning me.
            “Nothing.  I wouldn’t be able to do anything without you, because I…I…I love you!”  I say with an uneasy whisper.  His mouth went from straight to a small grin, as if he was hiding something important.
            On the way home, I was thinking to myself.  Here I am, Brooklyn Rose Worsley the girl who has the perfect life and a perfect somebody to be with, but then all at once it changes to complete blackness then lightens to a blank house. 
            “What is this?”  I thought.  “Where am I?”  I think to myself, “this is a hospital.”                                    Things started to appear slowly as I walk, a desk, rooms filled up with color and beds.  I’m in a blue hospital gown with white dots.  My brown hair flowing down to my waist, straight as it can be.  People running saying my name.
It was a hospital!  I’m confused; why am I here.  It’s now complete; they are saying it was a freak accident, a car crash.  It was bad.  I had shattered bones in my legs and broken ribs and a brain injury.
            Once they were gone, it was night.  I couldn’t sleep.  I couldn’t close my eyes and drift away.  I also couldn’t wait till morning.
At 8:00 in the morning, I heard a pounding almost like the booming of a cannon. 
            “Could it be?” I asked myself.  “It is; it’s Rian!”
            “Hi, I’m here for Brooklyn Worsley.”  The woman at the front desk pointed towards me.        He ran in crying, sat down crying.  He held my hand with an ocean of tears pouring down his face and small faint breaths.
            “Brooklyn,” he murmured, “do you remember when I said ‘what if something tragic would happen to one of us?’  Well, I wouldn’t be able to live without you either, because I … I love you too!!”  He stopped crying and smiled.
            “I love you too!”  Only, I was wishing I could say it back.  I saw a bright light, but it was nothing like I’ve ever seen before.  It was like football lights at night, something almost like a human figure was coming towards me. 
            “Jesus?”  I asked, echoing past the golden gates.  He took my hand, and we walked what felt like forever, but it was different.  As we walked, my feet didn’t hurt like usual.  They felt good like they’ve just been massaged for 3 hours. 
            “Am I dead?”  I asked, trying to see his face.
            “Yes, but you are in heaven, where you’ll live eternally!”  He said soothingly.
Rian looked over at the heart rate machine, and I went from a sleeping person to just a body.  I flat lined.
            After my death, I couldn’t believe Rian, because he wouldn’t sleep; he wouldn’t eat nor even sit or talk to his friends.  He was depressed now.  He loved me, and I loved him, but if he truly loved me then he would eat, talk, walk, and sleep.  He did go to school, but he would just slouch and do NOTHING.  One time, this guy asked him, “So, now she’s dead, isn’t she?  What are you going to do about it?  Huh?”  Then, Rian said to him with sadness in his eyes and courage in his heart,
“Stop, please, it hurts.”
     “What does?”  The guy said.
     “My heart.”
     “Oh.  I’m sorry Rian,” he said with a baby voice that time. 
Rian turned around and glared at him clenching his fists so hard and said, “You shouldn’t have done that!”  He threw one and one again, and then drop kicked him!.  I wish I could throw a punch at both of them.
            That day that Rian was going home, I had a very bad feeling that something was gonna go wrong.  He was driving, and there was the sky, so blue and beautiful.  Then, I saw through his eyes, dirt, dirt and rocks and branches.
     “Stay with me, please Rian.”  I’m crying and pounding the ground, hearing his last breath, and also feeling his last heartbeat.
     “Brooklyn?” he asks.  I see him get up, leaving his body behind, and I take his hand. 
     “Am I dead?” he asks.
     “Yes” I say.