• I first met Alice when I was 4. My mother's old friend from high school had just moved back to Germany and we had gone to visit him and his daughter.

    They found it the funniest thing that she was 9 days older than me. Found it amusing that both of their children had been born so very close to each other.

    She spoke very little German, seeing as she grew up in America with only one German speaking parent. I spoke absolutely no English, so communication was difficult in the beginning. But eventually she picked it up, slowly but surely.

    We'd always hang out together, all day, everyday. Her favorite activity as a child was making Mud Pies. As we grew older, she turned more and more into a punk video game nerd. She loved music with her whole being, and always told me I should be in a band.

    It wasn't until high school, I believe, that I'd realized that I was in love with her. She was always so energetic it was hard to keep up with her. And she was always smiling. She was also very beautiful, my Alice.

    She had the most unusual look. She kept her hair short, about shoulder length. One side grew in a silky black, and the other a creamy frost blond, like a natural version of platinum blond. It wasn't dyes or hair products, it was her natural hair.

    Her eyes were every bit as strange. One being a grey-blue and the other a blue-green. Though every now and again they would change into the most peculiar Crystal Blue. It was the oddest sight.

    Her face was gorgeous, so lovely it could shame that of an angels. Her eyes were large with long luscious lashes. Her lips were soft and thick, but not too thick. She had pale, pale skin, like the moon on deep still water.

    She was always wearing a punk fashion. The typical plaid shorts with striped stocking and thigh high boots. A striped shirt with another sleeveless shirt on over it and a tie with skull and cross bones. The typical not-so-typical look.

    I can still see it in my head. The lights that had blinded me, froze me in my tracks. Like a deer on the highway. The man in the car that took her away from me. It was my life that was intended.I heard her scream my name before shoving me out of the way and inevitably taking my place on deaths roster.

    I remember waking in the hospital shortly afterwords. My arm was in a cast, and at first I hadn't remembered what happened. Then it all flooded back.

    Where was everyone? Where was I? And most importantly, where was Alice?

    That's when my mom walked in. She looked at me with a worried expression.

    "Thank God your okay!" She said as she rushed to hug me.

    "Mom, what happened? Is everyone alright?" I asked, hugging her back.

    "A drunk driver, that's what happened. You're lucky to have come out of a scuffle like that with only a broken arm and a minor head injury."

    "How is everyone else? And Alice, how is she?"

    That's when I knew. My mother looked at the blanket, and tears welled up in her eyes. She began nervously crumpling the paper in her hand.

    My Alice, my sweet Alice. My best friend and the girl I loved. I never got to tell her, and now she was gone.

    "She died on the spot... The car hit her head on at 70 MPH. She didn't have a chance, the poor girl." She started bawling.

    I'll never get to see her again. Never see her angelic face, or her odd hair and eyes. I'll never get to see her bounce up and down all over the place, or get to tell her how I feel. I'll never get to hold her close to me, or sit and watch endless hours of Japanese movies with her in the basement.

    She was forever lost to the world. And forever lost to me.