A Better Place
Hours passed, although it seemed as if one hour consumed the next to me. Night came, and with it we left, our footsteps echoing empty in the large hall of the hospital. The sky was bright with stars, but my eyes saw none, but the black expanse above me.
I must have slept, but I felt even more tired the next morning. Perhaps, it was because I knew I had to face school. Face all the questions and the normal high school life, that I wanted to avoid at all costs. But of course, I had to face it head on, just like everything else.
My silence alarmed my bestfriend, and as she asked me the question I had been dreading all morning, “Are you okay?” and my fragile masque shattered quickly, and painfully. Tears coursing hot trails down my face, she hugged me and minutes seemed to last forever, but yet not long enough. Releasing me, she said the natural phrase that comes next, “I know it hurts, but at least he’s not in pain anymore and in a better place.”
A better place, that makes this one seem like hell.”