Her

15

A few months has past now since I left the hospital. I asked around about Thana. Nobody has heard of her. Only I can remember her. The doctors told mom that it is usual for someone who has gone through such a, 'traumatic experience' to create someone or something, to get through the pain. But I'm not in pain. I don't feel anything. I'm empty. Only my memories of Thana will keep me waking up in the morning. I take my pills on the counter. I don't need them. I'm fine. My friends come by and bring me little gifts. Like, flowers and chocolates. I don't want them, or their stupid presents. I want Thana back. I know if I continue on about her mom will put me in an asylum. But I don't care. She will be remembered. My mom watches me carefully to make sure I take all of them. A blue, a red, a clear and a hideous yellow brown color one. All in different shapes and sizes. When I finish mom gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Good girl." She says, as if I'm a dog. I go back up to my room. I sit and I think of Thana's last few minutes. The way her eyes looked. Her scent. I remember her taking that final step, falling over the edge. She was so beautiful. But like, all beautiful things, she had come to an end. No one will remember her but I. I sit on my bed and start to cry.