The Small Town Murders

I feel like death

One week passes and I wake up feeling as dead as ever, I have twenty five missed calls and one hundred text messages from Grace, I have no motivation whatsoever to use my phone, to use anything really, I just don't want to exist.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong
Isaac open up! It's Grace, come on man, don't be like this! This is hard for me too you know? I loved your mother!

I open the door but it's all I can do, I don't want to speak I don't want to blink it's a struggle breath I feel like I'm breathing heavily but I can't be, my chest is hardly moving I feel like death
"Isaac? Are you listening to me?"
I can't help but stare into her dark brown eyes. Her pale skin, like chocolate buttons on a sheet of paper, I love her, but there's something in me something that wasn't before, my mother is dead, she died three years ago, but she was in my home last week, either I'm insane or I saw a ghost. This is some sort of horror. The life I'm leading, a thriller, the one I want, a romance.

"Isaac? Are you there? Answer me please you can't do this. This is worse than when you cry and flip out"
"I'm sorry but I can't do this, I just have too much going on"

"Too much going on?! You're a mess you're not doing anything! Let me help you"

"You wouldn't understand, Grace. I love you but you have to go"

"I don't know why I bother. I thought we were friends til the end"

"This is my end. You're free"