Ever scince I was born, my life has been full of bad luck. Whether it be haveing my mother run out on me, or my father being an abusive alchoholic. I guess you could count that as a child in school, bullies would beat me up to the point that one day, I left school by ambulance, instead of walking home.

But the worst part was loseing him. My one true friend, the one who helped me when the kids at school wouldn't stop hitting me, the only one who ever loved me.

It was around midnight, we were going to his place. I was going to sleep on his couch that night so my father would not kill me. I was talking to him, staring at his profile. He had baby smooth skin, almost purple eyes, and a lean; muscular body. We were talking about how our classes were going at school that night. It's amazing how you remember some of these things.

I was saying how my spanish teacher was annoying when he said, "Lighten up on her. She probably is nervous and wants to keep control of all her classes."

He looked at me and we just stared at each other before he leaned over and kissed me. His lips were so soft and warm I wanted to stay like that forever.

I happened to open my eyes a little and when I did, I saw a massive eighteen wheeler headed twords us. But he didn't see it in time to swerve the car. All he could do was jump across me.

It happened so fast that all I remember were blurs then the sound of shatering glass and crunching metal. The next thing I know, I am laying on the pavment with his limp, cold body across me. I scream, "NO! He can't be gone! Please no!"

I sat there for half an hour with his head in my hands, stroking his soft, black hair and soding uncontrolably before the paramedics came and took him away. Placing a white sheet over his body, someone came to comfort me and take me to the hospital to be checked out.

A week later, with my new foster parents, I walked up to the gravestone. It says, Colin Mathews, July 21st, 1988-October 15th, 2008

I whisper, "Wait for me at those gold gates." as tears stream down my face. Not being able to bear seeing him covered in dirt, I pivot on my heal and run to my car, the same kind that killed him.

I feel him though, he sits with me and says, " Don't worry, I'm always here. I'm always with you."