What Is Buried Beneath The Scattered Remains






Kelly Maida



 
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I was 17 years old. Filled with life. I loved to dance. In fact I used to take dance lessons as a child. I would constantly turn on the music and dance and swirl around . I felt my life was full of possibilities. I have always had a vivid imagination. I used to be a very trusting person.  Our whole world can change in the blink of an eye. Our life as we know it can completely turn upside down. How do we go from dancing to the beat of our hearts content to being laid down to rest on our last breath. I think we unknowingly trust our care and well being to people. However, how well do we really know people? I used to put people on pedestals. However that was completely shattered after the events that happened after this. 

I was dating someone and he brought me to his friend’s apartment. I walked in and we sat around listening to music and laughing. His friend had a girlfriend that was real uptight. She could not relax. She would complain a lot . All of a sudden they brought out weed. I don’t remember who brought it out. But it was being passed around. I’ve smoked before and didn’t think much of it. I smoked some and then I felt things echoing in my head and the room was spinning. My heart started to race. I then collapsed. I completely blacked out.  

When I woke up I just remember being held in the arms of the man I was dating and he was placing me down. I don’t know if I was fully conscious at that point. And I am not sure how long I was passed out. But I heard every word that was being spoken. He put me in a dumpster. I heard the man I was dating tell his friend they were afraid of the cops. They thought I was dead. They said that my heart completely stopped. I felt as if everything was a dream. I then started to wake up and talk. I was so frightened and frustrated. Why didn’t they bring me to a hospital. They could have just dumped me off at a hospital. They could have left me outside of my family’s house.   This experience disturbed me so deeply that I buried in somewhere inside me. After that experience we never talked about it. I think I was in shock. I’m not sure when I remembered this but it was years later. It’s a  life lesson that wakes you up to a different reality. 


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