“Nothing happens by accident. We are born with so many breaths. When they’re used up, we die. Nothing can stop it.” – Peter in Remember Me, by Christopher Pike
I’m one who’s not afraid of death. My closest friends would even say that I have an obsession over it. I know it’s an unhealthy obsession but one shouldn’t think that I’m the type who would commit suicide. I might be curious over what really happens on that side of the fence when we die but I’m one who’s afraid of dying young and not being able to know what I could have done with my life. I’m scared of leaving behind people I love. If there’s one thing that I’m afraid of more that anything else, it’s Time. I’m scared I have so little time that I wouldn’t be able to do much so that people would remember me when I’m gone. I’m scared of being forgotten. I want to be remembered.
I know I’m not a good girl. I talk people behind their backs (admit it, who doesn’t?), I love gossip, I sometimes swear, I crush on someone’s boyfriend (and wish that girl to disappear), I don’t always respect authority (and people older than me), I sometimes feel dreamy during Sunday sermons and guess what? I’m not perfect. I know some people would secretly be happy when I’m gone but I think the feeling is mutual. Ha ha. Seriously, I don’t know what people would say during my wake.
“She’s such a nice girl it’s so nice she’s dead.”
“I’ll miss her. I’ll miss her obsession over strawberries. I’ll miss her stupidity. I’ll miss the bookworm in her. I’ll miss her, especially her temper tantrums.”
“Kristine Bernadette Nacion Ponciano? She’s so…..whatever.”
Okay, let’s put it this way. I don’t really care about people saying those things about me when I’m gone. I just want to have something to leave to people I care about before I go six feet under. I don’t want to stop existing when my heart resists beating. I want to continue on living even without a body, that is, in the hearts of people I love.
I know I’m not great enough to be remembered.
But hey, I’m sixteen and I’m young and I’m so full of life. There is still time to do the things I need to do.
I’m not planning to achieve great things to be remembered.
I just want to have little marks in this world.
Your heart is my next target.
Let me leave a mark in it, will you?
