Can't Think Of Title Yet - Pretty Emo Story 🖤

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 <3

There she was, dead. Her eyes stared without seeing, as a cloudiness spread across them like frost on a winter morning. I could see the web of blue veins spreading endlessly beneath burnt and blistered skin; her barely recognizable hand gripped the white sheet she had been carefully wrapped in. I could feel my heart beating in my throat, it all felt like a surreal dream. My mum gripped my fingers tighter as I felt the little droplets of sweat leave the surface of her shaking hands. I felt like crying, screaming but I couldn't bring myself to do anything instead of stand there in shock staring into her lifeless eyes.

Dr James spread the sheet over her face with gentle respect as I stood motionlessly by her side. The silence pressed heavily against my eardrums as I felt as the warm tears finally leave my eyes and tickle the sides of my face.

After what seemed like hours, two nurses in wheeled out her body, one of the wheels squeaking awkwardly in the stillness of the ward.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs Amber, and er... Angharad", Dr James stuttered flicking through his notes. I nodded my head heavily as I continued staring at his polished shoes, I could see the reflection of my pale face, shrouded by bandages, looming in the shiny blackness. I continued to stare at his shoes as he escorted Mrs Amber, my mum and I to a thickly perfumed room. Paintings of flowers dotted the otherwise featureless walls, it felt like one of those nursing homes my mum used to work at.

We sat in that room for what seemed like hours as the older three discussed Lucy. The thick clouds of perfume wafted up my nose and I had to struggle not to gag on it sweet, sickly scent. The clock ticked softly in the background, over the low mumbling of the conversation. I could feel my mum shaking again as she gripped my hand. I looked up to Mrs Amber, her usually bright and happy eyes had lost their light into the distance only uttering a word every few minutes.

I started to cry again. I couldn't even remember why I was in this room, listening to the cliché words of comfort from Dr Jones, Salty streams trickled down my face. I could feel the tears of my right eye spread and blossom like a flower through the bandages. They desperately needed changing but I couldn't care less at this moment. All that I could think of was the horrifying image of Lucy's corpse staring lifelessly into space, still fresh in my mind.

"Harry darling, HARRY!"

My eyes snapped open, to see my mum stood over me handbag equipped and newly applied mascara, which still didn't hide the fact that she had been crying.

Time to go now honey", she whispered gently, like I was a bomb that could go
off at any second.

"Where?", I muttered feebly, the weakness of my voice surprised me, I couldn't remember the last time I had spoken, but I was pretty sure it had been a while.

"Home Harry, we're going back home"

I felt like a toddler again as my mum frog marched me out of the hospital and into the car. My clothes still stank of cigarettes and alcohol from the night of the accident, i could feel my mum's disapproval almost emanating from her, but she didn't have the heart to tell me off at this moment.

We sat in silence as stared out of the window, eyes flicking between buildings and flats and shops. I could feel my mum's gaze on the back of my head as we stopped for traffic lights, she was worried about me again, most of the time this annoyed me (I could deal with my own problems just fine) but today I didn't have the energy to feel anything. It was like the world had put a dimmer on my emotions.

"Your dad says he wants you to go back to school next week.", mum said, "you alright with that honey?"

I mumbled in agreement as I turned to look I her, she had been chewing her nails again, noticed, as she drummed them in time to the cheesy pop song blaring from the radio. She also looked tired, very tired, there were huge dark circles under her eyes barely hidden by the mountains of makeup she had applied.

"He's been worried about you, you know he stayed at the hospital all night when you were admitted, he'll be glad to see you back home safe and well", she continued as she shot as glance at the bandages obscuring the left side of my face.

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