Pink Bows

Not one of my better stories..

My pink bow stands out among my dark black hair. This little accessory does not fit with this scene, yet I still feel as if it is a crucial part in the life I am living. The importance of this single bow means almost as much to me as my own life. It was once my older sister's.

 

She is gone now, as well as my sanity.

 

I always thought that I would not be able to go on without her, and now I know I can. But that doesn't mean I want to. I want to go where she has gone, do the things she did, be the person she was... She was my idol.

 

Now that she is gone, my life is just dragging itself along like a raincloud ready to explode in the next storm. My life now is a storm. A dark, scary one. The kind that you feel as if you will never be able to find your way out of the ominous overcast. I have stopped caring about mainly everything. Friends, family, school, my dreams, et cetera.

 

In my mind, I am running. Running from what I never wanted to accept. Physically running from it, as if it were a dark fog trailing behind me. I don't want to creep into the darkeness. I have no help from anyone or anything. I must deal with this mind-alterating fact alone. I never had to deal with anything on my own. She was always there to protect me from the bad. What am I to do now that the haze is creeping up on me?

 

I only have one option. I have to let the darkness capture me as I understand the reality of it all. She is gone. And she is never coming back...

Author's Note

This is a bit more dreary than my normal writing, but this is what I envisioned life like without my best friend.

Reviews

[Ms.Rodgers]

You're sweet. My life would suck without you too.
Also
"Running from what I never wanted to accept. Physically running from it, as if it were a dark fog trailing behind me. I don't want to creep into the darkness."
I love that whole entire paragraph, especially "I must deal with this mind-alternating fact alone." Favorite line. I like it.