Half past dead (prelude)

prelude

It 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 there exactly there where it happened, she stood right there 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 and a hint of being betrayed.even though terrified of these apparitions I was quite happy to see her at least she was still with me. Yes, she is with me!!  I can still feel her presence, I can sense her, I can even smell her scent she smelt just like lilies at the very end of spring. Yes, she is still here, here with me, with me and only me, yes, she is here I can feel her. I could have saved her  But I couldn't save her. Wha...What could have I done, I was young, I was weak, I was afraid and I didn’t know what was happening or what to do, I had no choice except to see her die right in front of my very own eyes. I wish I could still save her I just want one chance, one more chance So, that I could save her and would keep her tightly secure within my arms and never let her go. I just want to talk to her again listen to her sweet innocent voice again.but alas, I know that it is just a dream 

But What if????