People they know, people they loved, people they didn't know how to live without, died in this room. As one smart person said, "You don't know what you have until you lost it." They didn't know how true that was.
The two no longer tried to fake a smile, they no longer tried to fake a life, fake anything. They just visited this room, always remaining solemn. The emotions ripped through their chests. They were surging with anger, pain, hurt. Their feelings were running through their veins. Phil and Keely were no longer in the denial stage. They were in the anger, revenge, rage, stage. This may have been true but they were slowly crumpling down into nothing. They needed help. But before they could get help they had to address the issue at hand.
Phil and Keely had to first acknowledge that, in fact, the only noise in the room was nothing. And the dog on the computer screen was no more than a precious memory, a memory that they would never forget. Never. Instead, the only thing actually in the room was themselves. Only them. Only alone. All alone. Alone. That word haunted them. Alone. Alone. Alone.
Who knew that christian music could be so damn depressing? Wow, that was kind of emotion filled. Probably not for you, I'm actually trying to describe this feeling. I don't even know why it's there. Well, should I continue? Please tell me. Oh, and have any of you seen Fun with Dick and Jane? I just saw it today. See Ya, Lindsey Ps; Sorry its so short and lack of detail, it was 5:00 in the morning, I hadn't slept.
