Half past dead

prelude I t was the summer of 1991. I was sitting on the porch of my house. It was when I first saw  her . It has been exactly 17 years since that incident ,  yet that horrible nightmare is still with me. The memory of that day still lingers in my mind it is as fresh as if it happened yesterday. Reliving that memory sends chills down my spine. When I sit on that same dreaded porch and look at that horrid corner, it was t her e exactly t her e w her e  it happened,  she stood right t her e at that now dreadful corner listening to music on  her  Walkman, humming to the song. Every time I saw her there I would go there in hope that now I will be able to save her , Alas I am   17  years too late. Every time I look over at the corner her I could just see her crying out to help her beautiful face transforming into the face of death itself in front of my eyes She would take her last breath her ashen grey eves locked onto my eyes, devoid of all hope ...