The Sharp Knife of A Short Life.

Hello, everyone.
Something devastating and tragic happened in my community 16 days ago.(January 21st)
A girl in my grade, by the name of Jasmine Abbott, was murdered.
By her mother.
Her mother killed her 2 other younger siblings, and herself. She even shot the family dog, but it lived.
She also burnt the house down before she killed herself.

Someone messaged me on facebook about it before the forwards started going around, but she gossips all the time and I didn't believe her.
Then, on my way to Subway, I got messages that said "RIP Jasmine, Amanda, Ryan and Katelynn." I just said "OH MY GOD JASMINE ABBOTT IS DEAD!!!!!!!!" I didn't cry. I just couldn't believe it. We heard the sirens and ambulances going through the town.
It felt like a dream. Jasmine was very popular, and nice. She was a beautiful girl, and loved by everyone. We had our fights, because we're both loud stubborn, but we got along this year.

This happened on a Friday. At school on Monday, it was very odd. Everyone was crying, of course. I still hadn't. Then when it came time for the morning announcements, there was a moment of silence in memory of Jasmine. That's when I got a little teary. Then they called all of the freshmen to the auditorium. There were counselors there and talked. Any person from our grade who wanted to go up there and talk could. I was bawling. And Mr. Plasse, my English teacher, didn't help. He went up there and read a poem he wrote about her.

The counselors stayed in the library all day, and if anyone just needed to go talk, they could. I didn't. We didn't do much work that day.
The next day was the viewing. The caskets were closed of course. There were tons and tons of people there. It was unbelievable. That night is when I broke down at home. I cried for 3 hours.
The next day was the funeral. I didn't cry there. There were still a lot of people there. It was a short service. They let out doves outside. It was cold. My heart was cold.

Watch this video if you want to...it wouldn't embed on this post for some reason. But here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP1EpOwPQuE

I felt so bad for Jasmine's boyfriend. He's a senior. At the viewing, he was there all day, and didn't leave Jasmine's casket. He just kept stroking his hand on the side of it. That night, he went to his basketball game. He did it for Jasmine, but of course, he didn't play the best he could.
After first period, every single day, I'd have to walk past Jasmine and her bf's locker(they shared a locker), and I was just so used to it. Now, it's just him. I see the picture of him and Jasmine taped to the inside of his locker.

It's crazy how something like this can bring a community together.
Have you ever heard the song, "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry? It brings a whole new meaning to me.
I don't think this lyric could be any more true:

"Funny how you're dead when people start listening."

I think we're still adjusting at school. It's hard, but we're coping. It still feels weird that she's gone. She always will be. I just wish I could give her a hug. I miss her.

Here are some pictures of her..we all agreed she had the most beautiful eyes.

My favorite. She was beautiful, wasn't she? :)

We all loved her crazy curly hair.

Jasmine and some of my other friends.

For some of my older followers(not meaning you're old, but you've been following my blog for a while), do you remember me posting this? Jasmine is on the left side, third person. I'm glad I have this picture. Everyone was in a rush and wanted to leave, but I said "WE'RE TAKING A FREAKING PICTURE!"

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Now you all know why I haven't been posting.

xx,

~Abby~