I used to hang out at at my Cousins house. She was only a tiny bit younger than me. Her name was Liana and we were the very best of friends. We grew up together and was my constant companion as a young child. Later, after our family moved away, we used to whoop it up on the holidays.
It was one of these times...I was going to a new private school and hated it. Because I was from a country town and rather introverted, I had not made friends well.
At some point we decided to tell some tall tales to my new peers. In the hope of embellishing my life and to impress apon them.
We used to write to each other,
and received a letter from each other on a very regular basis. I used to take the letters to school and read them in my lunchtime, writing back, leaning on a folder. At some point someone asked me what I was doing and I gave them liana's letter to read.
Liana was a great letter writer. Full of jokes and current information on the current stars at the time.
Soon I was sharing my corespondance with a growing list of interested parties at my new school.
Telling liana of what was going on, we decided to spice it up a bit and invent a long distance 'boyfriend' for me and a rich set of parents for her.....
We wrote several letters with fake information, before I dumped my imaginary boyfriend because 'distance' There were other dramas popped in, ect. We were really relishing creating 'our own identities'
It was a while before we dropped the big one...
I had the idea...Liana's older bother was a bit of a tearaway. He was 18, his name was Luke. We both looked up to him like he was a god. He rode a Red Road Bike. A really lovely thing.
His father had one too.
Liana's Brother Luke 'died' in a moterbike accident. Hitting the side of a tip truck he 'died' instantly. It was planned that we would write three letters each that holidays.
The letters went down like a popular daily soap opera.
I gained the acceptance and sympathy I needed...I stopped sharing my letters and everything was forgotten...
Then about a year later....Mum came into the room....looking shocked.....and sad.....She told us that Luke had been involved in a moterbike accident....He had hit the side of a schoolbus...and had been dead at the scene....I dealt with the funeral in a blur.
All this happened in 1990 to 1991..Liana was totally devestated. Her world fell apart. We had stopped writing letters by then, and we drifted apart.
It was years before I tried to broach the subject with liana.
She obviously needed no reminding. She just looked at me really frightened and from a distance told me "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to talk about anything like that." And she snapped shut
Since then I have countless other things happens that scare me....
I know a tip truck is not a school bus, but I only pictured it for a minute...It was a big white vehicle.
I believe (wracked with guilt) that I either saw the crash in premontion form and didn't know how to verify that it was a vision of the future, or That we wished it into being by thinking about it too much.
I would love to know more about premonitions.