Endless, Nameless

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My life became an instant spiral of depression. My mom became even more terrible, school became harder, and even worse, I had no best friend. She was gone, taken from me by the one they call God. I hate my life. I missed Kayla so much, I fear it might kill me. I was sitting on the couch thinking about Kayla when my chest started to hurt. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. With the little bit of energy I had left, I yelled for my mother. The next thing I know I'm riding in an ambulance.

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"Her vitals are dropping," I here the medic say as we are speeding down the road. My mother is crying and the medics are moving like crazy. They shock me with a defibrillator and next thing I know: darkness.

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"I'm sorry Ms. Perry, but there's nothing we could have done. Your daughter suffered from, in laments terms, a broken heart." I heard my mothers sobs from, well, wherever I was. Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled up. My mothers cries became softer and softer until I could no longer hear them.

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