R.I.P Johnny....
This has been the craziest week of all my life. I am not sure why these things keep happening. Karma? I'm scared to go driving out at night and I can't stop feeling guilty about this boys death.
Monday: my battery dies, its 6:30am and I can't get to my new job. Thankfully someone was around to jump my car and let me make it to work. After work I had my car jumped again & drove to Autozone to buy a new battery. $100 right there.
Tuesday: my brother's battery dies. I have to drive an hour out to jump him.
Wednesday: coming home from a friends house I get a flat tire on the highway. It's 11:30 pm.
Thursday: I called my boss at 6:30 am to tell her about my flat tire. Spend $132 to get my tire changed, its not fixable. I make it to work 1 hour late. Go out to eat lunch and can't find my credit card anywhere.
Friday: I'm getting ready to go meet Benny to go out, I notice that my new tire is flat. Totally flat. AGAIN. Pissed that I can't drive my car and can't get a hold of Benny I decide to take the other car to meet up with him and explain my car problem.
It's 9:55pm. As I am driving down Evan's rd I see car lights blinking, pass them, see a car flipped over and a boy laying face down on the ground. I decide to pull over. As I call 911 I ran out of the car to take a look at the boy because everyone else is just staring at him and not doing much. I'm talking to the operator giving her directions, tell her the boy doesn't look good and I don't think he is alive. I'm told theres someone else trapped inside the car, but I can't see him because the car is totally squished. She asks me to check for a pulse.... and thats when I see how much blood is on the ground and how his head is face down on the side walk. He looked so young, very skinny, so tiny. I grabbed his hand and as Im checking for a pulse I feel him move. I tell the operator to hurry and send someone because he is alive. I hear sirens coming closer, tell the operator I see the cops coming and hang up. I held the boys hand and told him that everything was going to be ok.
The cop comes over starts questioning people and I sit there with the boy till I am asked to leave. I think twice about leaving because no one is there with the boy, no one is holding him or talking to him but I don't want to be in the way of things, I let the cops to their job and move my car... the firemen and ambulances and other cop cars are on their way. I see Benny and cry and tell him all about what happened. I drop off the other car back home and leave with him.
Saturday: I come back home at 11am. Couldn't stop thinking about the boys so I decided to get a hold of some people to get the names & go see them in the hospital. As I pass the scene of the accident I see some people and stop. I'm told the boy who I was with died at the scene and the second boy died while being air lifted to the hospital. I lose it and start crying. Reporters want me to give an interview of what I saw & did. I can't stop crying and realize I really didn't want to talk about that anymore. I tell them thank you, but no thanks, all I wanted was to check on the boys...
Came home & cried all afternoon. I head over to a friends house to try to get my mind off of things. On my way back home, at 12:30am I see traffic suddenly stop. A man riding his bike 5 cars in front of me was hit & ran over. I flip out. He is alive, his legs are hurt but he is alive. as I see 4 men come to his aid I decide to leave because in my state I wouldn't be of much help to anyone.
Sunday Cried all day. At night I went to buy white roses to take to the scene where Johnny Mazzenti, 17, & Anthony Rodriguez, 16, died. I cried and cried but had to go tell Johnny how sorry I was that I let go of his hand, that I wish I had staid there until he passed away. That I wish there could have been something I could've done for him. That I am sorry I never got to look to see how Anthony was doing. That I'm sorry I didn't comfort him more and left...
R.I.P Johnny. I am SO very sorry sweetheart, so very sorry.
Monday: my battery dies, its 6:30am and I can't get to my new job. Thankfully someone was around to jump my car and let me make it to work. After work I had my car jumped again & drove to Autozone to buy a new battery. $100 right there.
Tuesday: my brother's battery dies. I have to drive an hour out to jump him.
Wednesday: coming home from a friends house I get a flat tire on the highway. It's 11:30 pm.
Thursday: I called my boss at 6:30 am to tell her about my flat tire. Spend $132 to get my tire changed, its not fixable. I make it to work 1 hour late. Go out to eat lunch and can't find my credit card anywhere.
Friday: I'm getting ready to go meet Benny to go out, I notice that my new tire is flat. Totally flat. AGAIN. Pissed that I can't drive my car and can't get a hold of Benny I decide to take the other car to meet up with him and explain my car problem.
It's 9:55pm. As I am driving down Evan's rd I see car lights blinking, pass them, see a car flipped over and a boy laying face down on the ground. I decide to pull over. As I call 911 I ran out of the car to take a look at the boy because everyone else is just staring at him and not doing much. I'm talking to the operator giving her directions, tell her the boy doesn't look good and I don't think he is alive. I'm told theres someone else trapped inside the car, but I can't see him because the car is totally squished. She asks me to check for a pulse.... and thats when I see how much blood is on the ground and how his head is face down on the side walk. He looked so young, very skinny, so tiny. I grabbed his hand and as Im checking for a pulse I feel him move. I tell the operator to hurry and send someone because he is alive. I hear sirens coming closer, tell the operator I see the cops coming and hang up. I held the boys hand and told him that everything was going to be ok.
The cop comes over starts questioning people and I sit there with the boy till I am asked to leave. I think twice about leaving because no one is there with the boy, no one is holding him or talking to him but I don't want to be in the way of things, I let the cops to their job and move my car... the firemen and ambulances and other cop cars are on their way. I see Benny and cry and tell him all about what happened. I drop off the other car back home and leave with him.
Saturday: I come back home at 11am. Couldn't stop thinking about the boys so I decided to get a hold of some people to get the names & go see them in the hospital. As I pass the scene of the accident I see some people and stop. I'm told the boy who I was with died at the scene and the second boy died while being air lifted to the hospital. I lose it and start crying. Reporters want me to give an interview of what I saw & did. I can't stop crying and realize I really didn't want to talk about that anymore. I tell them thank you, but no thanks, all I wanted was to check on the boys...
Came home & cried all afternoon. I head over to a friends house to try to get my mind off of things. On my way back home, at 12:30am I see traffic suddenly stop. A man riding his bike 5 cars in front of me was hit & ran over. I flip out. He is alive, his legs are hurt but he is alive. as I see 4 men come to his aid I decide to leave because in my state I wouldn't be of much help to anyone.
Sunday Cried all day. At night I went to buy white roses to take to the scene where Johnny Mazzenti, 17, & Anthony Rodriguez, 16, died. I cried and cried but had to go tell Johnny how sorry I was that I let go of his hand, that I wish I had staid there until he passed away. That I wish there could have been something I could've done for him. That I am sorry I never got to look to see how Anthony was doing. That I'm sorry I didn't comfort him more and left...
R.I.P Johnny. I am SO very sorry sweetheart, so very sorry.
