Prolouge:
"Mila!" I yelled as I pulled up my 2012 silver BMW to the front of my best friend's house. I looked at my cell phone rereading the text she'd sent me an hour ago:
I cant take it anymore, I'm in so much pain and no one has been here for me. Everyone has been doing there own thing and telling me to get lost. They don't want me here, you don't want me here. I'm just wasting space. I'll no longer be your burden so i'll be gone.
It was three in the morning but I'd woken up with a strange sense that I should check my phone, so I had. When I saw the text I went a little beserk, I got up in my pjs and without a second thought went running for the door. I ran to my car falling several times in the process.
And now I was here.
I quickly and hastily ran up the steps and knocked on the wooden door. She couldn't have done this...we were eighteen, supposed to go off to college in a month. No anwser.
I ran to the back of the large brick house towards the sliding glass door praying it was unlocked. It was.
I opened it hurriedly and ran inside looking around. Everything was dishevled like it had been ramsacked, the lamp was on the floor, the bulb shattered, the picture frames on the floor broken, the couch overthrown.
"Mila!" I yelled desperately as I ran through the house that had been deadly quiet. I froze for a moment looking at the bathroom door. Water was leaking from underneath the door. Like something was over flowing.
I barged in and the tears that had been threatening to overflow finally overpowered me. The bathtub was over flowing and in it was Mila, wearing a sogged blue tee and a pair of blue cami shorts.
Her green eyes looked up at me and there was little life left in her...they were vacant and hollow as I pulled her out of the tub as she spasmed like a fish out of water.
I gave her chest compressions and it seemed everytime she died a little more. It came to a point where I just held her in my arms...begging her to stay with me...
For five minutes.
I burried my face in her hair clutching her tightly.
Then she died.
I felt her heart beat stop and felt all her warmth disappear. Even her scent of vanilla was gone. And so was I...
She was nothing but a shell of my bestfriend, I took my face from her hair and look down at her. Her eyes were still open, haunting and no longer hers. They burned me with their questions...
Why didnt you get here sooner?
You know this is your fault right?
Why?
Why?
Why?
I closed them, I just wanted the pain to stop even though I deserved it.
And stop it didnt.
It dulled.
It would never stop..because.
I was being eaten from the inside out....
I was the one rotting.
I was the dead one.
I was a hollow shredded shell.
I was torn apart.
