i am sitting outside in the middle of the street,staring at the sky. a car honks as it swerves around me . i wish it had hit me. cold raindrops landed on my face as i watched the gray exspanse above me. the sky looks flat with no clouds, gray like twilight. the air is sharp,..crisp and cold."why?" i yell at the world. "why?"it echoed back. it seemed to taunt at me. "why did you take him and not me too?"i whisper into the air, finally saying the words out loud. "he was right next to me. it was my fault he died." after another car veers around me, i stand up, giving up my attempt to die...for now.
i walk home in the gray drizzle. it's a Friday, so my mother isn't home from work yet. the school bus has just arrived. some of my friends have spotted me walking home.
i'll probably have to explain why i wasn't at school for a week,didn't answer their calls and emails, and my mother kept telling them i wasn't home.i might make up an excuse like i was sick or on vacation. i don't want to face them, with all their 'i'm so sorry''s and "what can i do?', they'll only remind me more of what happened. i wish i'd managed to kill myself before now. more than thirty people die every day, but i can't seem to be one of them.
TO BE CONTINUED.........