Prologue:
Empty. I feel Empty. No, sorry, that's a lie. I feel Empty except for the words that keep bouncing from here to there in my skull.
Mom's dead.
She had been for a while. I knew it. I did. Really. Every anniversary though, it was a little harder to get up, to breathe, to think at all. I didn't talk about it though. Tomorrow I would be fine, like nothing happened today. I knew it really didn't hurt as bad anymore. Still, that wound had never healed and…just this day was really hard to get through.
My eyes started to prickle and I knew I was on the verge of crying again. The last wave of tears had ended a few hours ago, I suppose this one was right on schedule, but it would be the last today. I knew that for certain.
Then my thoughts started to lead me to dark places where even worse things hide and people fall into the fettle position.
Maybe she…Maybe I…Maybe…
This needs to stop. It's unnecessary. This is the part where I get up and move along. Sighing, I take a gulp of air and swallow the feelings up.
I shifted under the covers, my body feeling weak and weary, like movement required ten times the normal effort. Maybe I should crawl out of this cocoon… Seemed like a promising thing to consider. Relocating this little pity party might change my thoughts as well as the scenery.
My hands clumsily searched for the way out of my bed covers, fumbling over the sheets and themselves, and then suddenly came into contact with cool air. "Ugh," I groaned, "maybe I should just stay here…"
And then my phone started chirping.
Pushing my covers off of my tangled body, I turned towards my nightstand to see my obnoxiously pink phone vibrating and affectively causing the entire thing to shake nervously.
Message From: Liz
im on my way ovr rite now hun
Sat, Oct 17 10:14 am
How does she even know? I hadn't told her when...
I ducked back under my covers, hiding the tears that were brimming from the rest of the world.