The time went by slowly. It was disgusting how slow it went by. So agonizingly slow. But then the nurses and doctors came out and we just knew. No one had to tell us, the vibe, it was there. Someone had died and that someone had to be her. Of course it did.
"We will leave you." They said and they left us. I didn't know what to do. I sat there in this utter silence and it was dreadful. I think the worst part was while her parents and siblings were crying and my parents were tearing up, I couldn't cry. I was her best friend for so many years, told eachother evreything, saved eachother even and yet, it wsa physically impossible for me to cry. I just couldn't shed a tear and I hated myself for that.
My mom took my hand and I sat there just staring at the wating room's walls with the blankest exspression on my face. I stood up.
"I'll be back." I said slowly.
My parents nodded. I don't think I can even express this emptiness I was feeling. But it hurt, god it hurt so damn much. My heart throbbed and my chest ached and all the sudden I couldn't breath and then I started laughing. I just laughed and laughed like a psychopath. Some guy, about my age with stirght black hair walked over to me.
"Hey." He said. "I'm Patrick."
"Names Macie."
"What's so funny?"
"Well nothing. I just found out my best friend died and I can't cry so now I'm laughing and it's not funny. Like I feel like shit right now and I miss her and I hate myself for not saving her and yeah, I don't know, but I'm laughing."
"Come here." He said sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around me. He gave me a warm hug, this guy named Patrick. "It'll be alright." He said. It'll be alright."
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Skinny Girls// a short story
Teen FictionOne thing lead to another and soon enough she was head over heels in love with idea of being perfect.
