With tear stains down my cheeks, I walk away from the funeral. As I pass the weeping willow Zach ran to earlier, I realize he isn't there but, pay no mind to it. He is probably off somewhere doing childish things, like pretending he is a pirate in the perished garden of his back yard or going on an adventure to save the invisible princess. Whatever it is, it is surely stupid. I don't care either way.
I can't believe Elliott died. And now Mark is diagnosed. I will be diagnosed soon too. I will die and so will everyone else; it's just a matter of when.
I stride as fast as I can, without running, to my house. I can feel my cheeks start to sting as the first drop falls. Everyone. Dead. Forever. I have to get back to my house because I can't hold back the tears anymore.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around but, the whole world has become a blur. I turn back around and continue to my house but a bit faster this time.
The footsteps are faster this time. I wipe my nose and eyes on my sleeve so I can see clearly. When I turn around, Zach is there. He seems to have sympathy on his face but, I know that's not true. My eyes blur again before I can decipher the emotion.
Zach's footsteps get closer and faster. He is running towards me. Why? I don't have time to question. My legs start to sprit without me realizing.
My house is just a few blocks away. If I get there, I can lock the door on him and Zach will go away. Yea. That's what I will do.
He gets closer so I pick up the speed. My tears are wiped off my face from the wind and my body starts to reginerate. It's been a long time since I have run. Boy, it feels so good!
A smile spreads across my face but I immediately conceal it because Zach can't know I am actually having fun with him in the proximity. Besides, there is no time for fun with death around us.
I open the door as fast as I can, not bothering to look back because he might see the joy now in my eyes. I dash in and lock it. Then, I slide down on my back and sit against the door, waiting.
I wait for him to try to get in and find the door locked. I wait for the tears to come back from earlier. I wait for my smile to disappear. I wait for death. None of it happens. My smile stays plastered on my face. My tears don't come pouring down. Zach never comes. And I haven't died, yet.
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Author's Note
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