Scavenger Hunt
note: i still need to do the links, but my computer is being stupid. and this story depressed me, i didnt start it that way but it ended up like this. next post will definantly have to be happier…
She stares at the wall. It was more than she could have ever asked for. Then, with one crash, one car, one screech of brakes, one trip to the hospital, it was gone.
Gone.
So completely it was like it had never existed. The only thing left were memories. Of a park. Of the movies. Of laughing when they got locked out of the house in the rain. She cries until she loses her breath, and then keeps crying. Tears fall off her eyelashes like shattered diamonds. She slammed her fist into the window, hoping her physical pain will lessen her mental pain. It doesnt. Not even as a bruise start to appear on her fist. She rests her head against the window. Small snowflakes wander through the gap of air between cool clouds and frozen ground. She watches them fall. She used to love the snow. Not anymore. She had loved life with everything she had, but that love had been stripped away with more ease then picking up a pencil. She cant even fall asleep the pain hurts so bad. She hasnt slept for days. Nothing she does quiets her thoughts. All the what ifs and the whys. She lives in a waking dream, filled with only memories. She keeps going over them again and again, afraid that if she stops then she’ll lose them. The only thing she has left. She hears her little siblings playing with the dog downstairs. Before, she would have played with them. Not anymore. She cant stand being around people. People who say the understand what its like to lose someone, and that the pain will eventually fade. Their words dont mean anything at all. There empty. Empty, like her.
