My no longer living friend

Ever since I was thirteen, I've been best friends with a boy named Corey. At the time, he was sixteen. He was such a happy person, always filled with joy and cheerfulness. He was really close to his family and his friends and he cared about everyone. He was not like a lot people you meet, he was unique! Corey used to talk about plans in the future and how he was going to invent something extremely cool, and become rich. I wish he could still talk about his aspiration.

Corey was a very popular person. He had loads of friends, tons of 'I know of him' and lots of 'He's my best bud'. I always felt like we had a special connection, I could understand everything he went through, and he helped me with the things that I went through. He was always my shoulder to cry on no matter how many miles were in between us. I don't think Corey has ever showed emotion of sadness or emptiness, it just wasnt who he was.

I had alot of love and respect for Corey, and my feelings for him were very strong but I never took the liberty of telling him just how much I loved him! I didnt want to be judged on how my heart felt, and maybe that was a little selfish...but it's how I dealt with it! To this day, my heart is still filled with so much love for him and I know it always will be.

In September of 2004, Corey was killed in a car accident. He was at a party and was nominated for driving home the drunk and high. He never had a problem with that, because he was so nice and he cared about people. I didn't attend that party. I was busy with other friends of mine at the movies. I had gotten a feeling that something was wrong but I didnt follow up on it, it just went away. Later that night, I had gotten a call from Corey's best friend saying that he had been in a car wreck and that they weren't gonna take him to the hospital. At first I was confused at why they didnt take Corey, but I went to where the accident was anyway. I saw my best friend laying on the ground so lifeless, barely breathing.

I've never had feelings like that before. I wanted so bad for him to be ok, but then I realized thats why he wasnt going to the hospital, my best friend was gonna die and there was not a thing I could do or say to change that. Corey's friend told me what had happened. He said that one boy in the car was high, and that something happened and they slammed into a tree. Corey was flown from the car to an area of the road ahead. His blood had flooded around him, and I cried every tear that I could.

That was the last time I saw Corey. I attended his funeral and said my goodbyes, but my heart felt so empty and so broken. I was upset that the person that usually helped me with problems like this, wasn't there to do anything. To this day, I still cry and mourn for my beloved friend...though I know that wont bring him back. Before you get high, please think of what could happen and reconsider. It's not worth someone dying!