Introduction
Never have I understood the deep depression people go into after someone dies; especially in movies. Although I think I have had some pretty close calls of possibly moving closer to that breaking point, I've never fallen over that edge into the abyss of no return. The only time it's ever happened to me is when the news of my parent's death finally made its way out of my aunt's mouth between the never ending sobs and tears. My sister, Anna collapses under the weight of the information down onto the floor next to me. All I can do is run to wherever my subconscious decides to take me and make sense of what has just happened. The whole time I pay no attention to my burning lungs, aching muscles, or frozen cheeks from the cool wind touching the moisture on my face. I can think of nothing the entire way there, wherever "there" is. I finally stop at a bench that lines the ending boundaries of the major park in Spokane and lay there to cry. When I do, I can't stop until my aunt and uncle finally find me, and by that time the sun had already set and it was into the freezing night. So now I know how it feels to watch the world around me crumble and break with no sign of it ever getting better and I promised myself that I would never let myself feel that way again no matter what happens.
