Soulmates

Dying Sucks but not Dying is Worse

On th 12th of August 2014, Dan died. I received a call from his dad at four in the morning. I knew what it was before I even answered it. I got mum to drive me to the hospital, where I sat with his dad and my mum in the reception. We hugged each other still crying, well mum wasn't crying but she knew to just leave us alone. I have never cried so much at one time. We cried until we were just making those weird panting sobs that just look really unattractive. I knew people were watching us but I didn't care. I had lost my only friend. My soul mate.

Once we had calmed down it was about six. We sat in reception in complete silence. Our faces were all red and puffy. No one disturbed us. We just sat in thought. And then I remembered. If one of dies so does the other. At first this scared me. I was going to die today but then I was relieved because I don't want to live in a world without Dan.

So that's how I spent the day. Waiting to die. I just sat in my room waiting. I called Dan's phone and left hundreds of messages but I was still alive. The evening came and I wasn't dead yet so I just went to sleep knowing I would never wake up. But I did. I woke up at about ten the following day. I was still alive. It wasn't some weird curse that meant if one of us died, so did the other. I would live just like anyone else would except they would still have their best friend and I wouldn't.