Heartbreaks

This is it

With the one text ''Goodbye Jenny,'' I wiped the tears from my eyes. She was boarding the plane. With her gone and one of my other best friends camping I sat and cried. Then I got a text from Steph. ''I'm moving to Mexico, I'm so sorry.'' It was a prank, but my sobs were so loud my mom came into the room. I showed her the text from Steph, too dead inside to respond. My mom was the only one to comfort me. My dog Zola jumped onto my bed, she tried to help me, but I pushed her away. She yelped as I did so, not hurt physically, but emotionally. I never declined her love, but I needed a hug from my mom. About an hour later Steph told me it was a prank. I sent her a selfie, the tear stains on my face, my hair messy because of my habit. That habit is whenever I'm upset or nervous, I play with my hair. She said sorry, and forgave her. The next morning I went to let Zola inside, I heard the neighbor's dog barking, growling too. I heard Zola yelp, then I saw her bolt up the stairs, bitten through the fence. She ran up the stairs and face planted somewhere in the middle of the stairs. She reached the top and fell at my feet. Dead. She was one of my best friends, she got me through so many hard times. The pain wouldn't stop! I called for my mom and dad. No answer. I went to their room. Dead. I called for my brother. No answer. I went to his room. Not Dead, but not breathing. I called 911. No answer. I then looked down at myself, my shirt was ripped, weird because it was new. I looked in the mirror. No reflection. Me, myself, dead. Everything I loved was either dead or gone, my other dogs Oscar and Snowflake ran away, my brother died, I became an orphan, then died too. One person, one text, one heartbreak after the other.