It's Okay Now

Sift. Shift. Skip. Slip. Ship. No. Not right. Hip. Hilt. Hit. Hit? Shake. Stake. Slate. Wake. Wake. Wake u...wake up!

She was alone, cold, wet, shivering. It was dark. Something was pressing up against her. No, it was under her. Above her. She was floating, falling. Stop. There. She had it.

"You ok kid?"

A voice. Silent. Cold. Lips, moving, cursing. Bringing her back to life. Bringing her away from--no! She had to go back, had to find..what? Had to find what? She couldn't remember. Couldn't grasp...there, it was over there.

"You don't look so good. Do you need me to call someone?"

It was still inside her, moving, twisting, lighting her on fire. Slow, steady, burn, empty. She liked it, wanted it, needed it. Had to let go, had to release...had to lose...it was gone. No, still there. She couldn't see it. Couldn't see them.

"Did you take these pills? Are these yours? How many did you take?"

Six, seven, ten, a million. So many, too many. Enough to feel good. Enough to forget. Enough to lose her. Her? Who was she? She couldn't remember, couldn't...wait. There; she was there. Had to get her back, had to tell her...tell her it was...it was what?

"Hang in there kid, I'm going to get some help."

Breaking, falling, ripping. Skin disolving, bones crumbling. Warm, sticky, everywhere, in her hair, her eyes, her mouth. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Could only see, could only feel. Feel the emptiness, the pain, the nothingness. The loneliness. She wanted it to go, to leave her alone. There was no room. Only her. Her eyes, her lips, her fingers, her strong arms.

"She's over here! I found her like this. I don't think she's ok. You gotta save her!"

Yes. Save her. She's leaving. Leaving us, leaving everything. Leaving her. She had to stop her, had to bring her back. 

"Heart rate is dropping.."

It was warm, inviting, bright. She could hear her laughing, feel her smiling. She had to get to her. There; it was ok now. Nothing could get her here.

"She's not breathing. She's not breathing! Somebody jumpstart her, quick!"

Free-falling through endless color. Flying through feeling. Wonderful. Beautiful. Alive. 

"Can you hear me kid?"

No. The voice. It was too close. Too harsh. She had to get further away. Had to keep her eyes closed. Had to keep looking at her. 

"We've got to flush her stomach. If we don't she's going to die."

It felt so good, this place, this state of being. It was so right. She was here with her. Nothing could go wrong. 

"..teen suicide...so sad...couldn't have stopped it..."

Wet. Warm. Cold. Suffocating. Movement. Jerking. Falling. Stop. No. No more. Just want to lie still. Find her. Tell her it's ok. It was all ok now. Everything was going to be ok. 

She just needed to tell her it was ok.

"...so very sorry...we tried everything we could...she's gone..."

She didn't have to worry anymore. Tell her it's ok. It's ok to come back to life.

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That was sad. Just plain said.