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She wasn't a Saint, She was a Tragedy.
The Columbine Shooting. Rachel Scott.
Respect Day, My school, 2009.
Presentation, awful, touching, inspiring.
Stupid.
It happened, it really did. It touched millions of lives, but this girl WASN'T a saint; she was a tragedy. One can't forget that. What? She had premonition about her death? She was always shooting off how she would touch millions of lives? She was a prophetess? She knew of the 13 killings, even though she died before anyone knew for sure?
It was a touching story; a true story, one that should never be forgotten. But. The presentation played her into being a saint, a star, something not human; they managed to exclude the audience from her life, pretend she was something she was not - a Goddess. A goddess that saw the end of herself, and thirteen others. That... ruined it. It was like, she was untouchable. She had no meaning in OUR lives, she was distant, not warm, nothing that ever could happen in our lives. She was a teenager, like us, not a prophet, not a genius, not an all giving, selfless, beautiful, wonderful, flawless child. She was a girl. That died. Because of the ideas and shattered legacy of two b*****d boys that thought it would be a good idea to hurt people.
And, it was rather creeper. "I'm having dreams about your daughter. At night. She's crying, and her tears are watering a rose plant sprouting from the ground. Does this mean anything to you?" This creeper, who was dreaming about another man's daughter, called him and asked thus. What would I say? Get the ******** out of my life, you stalker. My daughter is dead, your dream means nothing. Except, of COURSE it meant something - the last doodle that Rachel did; Crying tears (thirteen, ohh, propheticcc!) and watering a columbine plant.
Ruined it all.
She wasn't a saint; she was a tragedy.
 Sygl · Wed Feb 18, 2009 @ 11:10pm · 0 Comments |
