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I have paint all over my hands.
We just got back from painting the boat.
I'm okay. For now.
There's this ritual in my hometown. Out on Folly Beach, there's this beached boat that's been sitting on the edge of the road since 1989, when it was dropped there by Hurricane Hugo. Whenever something big happens, people go out and paint the boat with spray paint and paint cans, to commemmorate the event. The paint doesn't stay up very long, but it's fun to do. And, it turns out, very soothing.
I'll post pictures of it later, but I think he would have really liked what we did.
To those of you who commented my last post... thank you, for the hugs and the well wishes. I was a little wrecked last night.
I got a phone call last night around 10, from dying2bemadenew. She told me that there had been a car accident, and that Philip was dead. Naturally, I didn't believe her. She told me that all of us girls, who'd been friends with him, were meeting at LC's house.
So I went.
He was driving home from the beach with my good friend and his girlfriend of a year, Melissa, in the passenger seat and Brandon, M's sister's boyfriend, in the backseat. Some drunk asshole ran a stop sign and T-boned the car, directly into Philip. P and M's car flipped twice and landed -- PERFECTLY -- in a parallel parking spot, in between two other cars.
None of them were wearing seatbelts.
Melissa said that Philip was hanging out of the window when the car came to a stop.
I talked to her today. She is absolutely devastated. They were planning to spend the rest of their lives together, you know?
She pulled him out and onto the ground, because his neck was gushing blood. There was glass all over the place, and she got cut up all over -- ending with five stitches in her left foot.
Philip's eyes closed and never opened again.
His dad had a heart attack at the hospital when the doctor told him Philip was dead.
This weekend sucks beyond belief. It was going so well -- I got into a club and I'm underage. I spent a lot of time with a bunch of my friends. I made some money.
But that all seems so far away from where I am now.
I'm still reeling. And I can't get Melissa's face out of my head.
We just got back from painting the boat.
I'm okay. For now.
There's this ritual in my hometown. Out on Folly Beach, there's this beached boat that's been sitting on the edge of the road since 1989, when it was dropped there by Hurricane Hugo. Whenever something big happens, people go out and paint the boat with spray paint and paint cans, to commemmorate the event. The paint doesn't stay up very long, but it's fun to do. And, it turns out, very soothing.
I'll post pictures of it later, but I think he would have really liked what we did.
To those of you who commented my last post... thank you, for the hugs and the well wishes. I was a little wrecked last night.
I got a phone call last night around 10, from dying2bemadenew. She told me that there had been a car accident, and that Philip was dead. Naturally, I didn't believe her. She told me that all of us girls, who'd been friends with him, were meeting at LC's house.
So I went.
He was driving home from the beach with my good friend and his girlfriend of a year, Melissa, in the passenger seat and Brandon, M's sister's boyfriend, in the backseat. Some drunk asshole ran a stop sign and T-boned the car, directly into Philip. P and M's car flipped twice and landed -- PERFECTLY -- in a parallel parking spot, in between two other cars.
None of them were wearing seatbelts.
Melissa said that Philip was hanging out of the window when the car came to a stop.
I talked to her today. She is absolutely devastated. They were planning to spend the rest of their lives together, you know?
She pulled him out and onto the ground, because his neck was gushing blood. There was glass all over the place, and she got cut up all over -- ending with five stitches in her left foot.
Philip's eyes closed and never opened again.
His dad had a heart attack at the hospital when the doctor told him Philip was dead.
This weekend sucks beyond belief. It was going so well -- I got into a club and I'm underage. I spent a lot of time with a bunch of my friends. I made some money.
But that all seems so far away from where I am now.
I'm still reeling. And I can't get Melissa's face out of my head.