The Day That Changed my Life Forever
Elizabeth Rose Melton 2/18/88 - 7/29/2001

The Moment that Changed my Life
I was twelve years old. I was a child, and children should not have to experience such pain and loss.
It was the summertime. It was probably a warm evening, late in July. My best friend was walking from her house to her friend’s house. It was safe back then. People were protective of kids and teens. What was the harm in walking to your friend’s house? We had all done it.
In 2001, Kelly Payne was driving drunk down Christmasville Road, Jackson, Tennessee. In her inebriated state, she was swerving, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. She was struggling to be coherent. She struck and killed Elizabeth Rose Melton, a thirteen-year-old girl who was walking to her best friend’s house. To my knowledge, Rose pushed the other girl out of the way of the oncoming vehicle and saved her best friend’s life.
In May 2002, Payne plead guilty to vehicular homicide and was sentenced to five years. Alongside that charge was a concurrent two-year term for leaving the scene of an accident. She was denied parole but was released from jail three and half years later in October of 2005. Just before I graduated high school.
I was devastated. I was so hurt, so lost, and grieving for years. Nothing could compare to losing my best friend to a monster. Nothing would replace her, and nothing would take away the hurt and pain I felt. I was twelve when Rose died. I was hundreds of miles away in Wisconsin, visiting friends and family. Calling home, I wanted to check in on my folks and see how people were doing that I missed. It was then that I received the worst news, that my best friend had died.
As if things couldn’t get worse, after her release Payne killed another individual. It was within five months of being released from jail in the state of Virginia.
Payne was drunk driving again. She was driving her boyfriend’s truck home from work when she lurched off the pavement and struck a man named Ashokkumar M. Patel. He was walking alongside the westbound lanes of Midlothian Turnpike at the entrance ramp to northbound Chippenham Parkway. She was fleeing the scene of a rear end accident she had caused. As she hit Patel and continued speeding up the northbound ramp, she was racing to reach a bar. She claimed later to not remember anything that happened.
Thank fate, or God, or whatever you will that Virginia law is more serious about vehicular crimes. Payne was found guilty of a Felony murder, aggravated involuntary manslaughter, and two counts of Felony hit and run in connection with Patel’s death. The judge put her in her place and sentenced her to 46 years in prison.
I was sickened at the thought that she had harmed and destroyed someone else’s family. I was flabbergasted and confused. How could someone be so stupid? How? I just wanted and needed to know. Tennessee, at the time, punished vehicular homicide as a nonviolent crime. I hope things have changed and come a long way since 2006. Offenders are eligible for release after serving thirty percent of their sentence. In 2005, Payne was denied parole but was released after accumulating good time credits.
I begged anyone who would listen to help me find out where my best friend was buried. I had spent so much time not knowing where she was buried. From the time I was eighteen until I was in my twenties, I searched for her grave site. Having the means and the ability to go to where she had been laid to rest was challenging. I was afraid I’d never get to say goodbye.
Finally, age 27, in 2015, I went to see my best friend’s grave. I was gifted with the chance to visit her grave with her mother. Rose’s mom had been like a mother to me. A beautiful and wounded spirit. I cried. I cried like it was yesterday. I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around my best friend and I couldn’t. I settled for hugging her mom instead that day. While we were there visiting, a single butterfly flew and landed on her gravestone. I like to think that was Rose reaching out and saying hello to us.
It took me a long time to process, to not feel so angry and hurt. It took me what felt like forever to be able to take a deep breath and know that everything was going to be okay. It hurts a little less every day. I hope that Kelly Payne is able to find God and forgiveness through him.
For years now, I have advocated for anyone who would listen to not drink and drive. It’s not worth the loss, the heartache, or any of the pain that comes with it. Drinking is not the answer.
A Twist of Fate (Written by me on 10-31-2002)
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The road is curving
There aren’t many lights
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It’s dark now, as we walk down the road
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Had too much to drink
Mind is swirling
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We cross the road to go to her house
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The road passes by faster and faster
Just hit the accelerator
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We’re almost there
We’re down the road from Northeast Middle
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Reaching the hill now
Lights getting blurry
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We see the lights coming
She pushes me out of the way
The car…the car won’t stop
She doesn’t see her
Get out of the way
But she doesn’t move
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The car hits the brakes
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There’s blood everywhere
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Skid marks on the road
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Tears, blood, death
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I rush to her side
The driver drives away
Help!
Somebody, please help!
I’m crying now, wishing she hadn’t taken my place
Mom! Mom’s here
Thank you, God
But they’ll be too late
The ambulance can’t possibly make it in time.
Please, God. Please don’t take her.
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Elizabeth Rose Melton
2-10-1988 to 7-29-2001

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Comments (2)
Rest in Peace...Elizabeth Rose...I never met you but through my sister I grew to know your memory. She's kept your spirit alive.
Such a beautiful child so sad her life was taken from her. I agree that drinking and driving is wrong.