Gone...But Not Forgotten

Reality

        It feels like just yesterday me and you were sitting at the park talking about how we couldn't believe school was about start and how dealing with the stress's of school would probably kill us.
        But now...what can I say? I'd rather be dead. Everything's changed and I can't handle it. You're on my mind all the time and even though i haven't seen anyone in days maybe weeks...I have to find you.
        And I know I will...whether you're alive or... *tears up*
"NO!" I yell hearing the echo of my voice throughout the stillness of the park.
                 *Standing Up*
        I wipe the tears away and walk home. Replaying our memories over and over in my head. I get to my house or at least whats left of it and stop and take in the view.
A roof eroded by the weather.
A door cracked halfway down the center. Origins Unknown. And a lawn of dead grass bordered by a broken fence.
         *Gunshot From Behind*
        I look around and see nothing and panic running inside I barricade the door with a tv stand and a chair. Not much but gives me time.  Heart racing I make it to the backyard. Sprinting across the grass ridden field I make it to my safe house.(Shed) And lay under a tool rack with a screwdriver in hand. A tear rolls down my cheek due to shock and all I can think about is how small my odds of living are at the moment.
        About 15 minutes later when I was sure I was safe i crawled out from under the rack and look through the small window in the door. I notice that I left the back door open. *Sighs Softly* backing off the window and crawls into my sleeping bag.
Burying my head into the pillow I feel my heart drop realizing how lucky I was to be alive.
Whispers drowsily "F***" and...
                *Falls Asleep*