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How Different Would It Be?

Those tulips, the one's he loved so dearly would never spring up again. Those record's he'd spin in his room so loudly every afternoon after school would never be spun again and joyfully danced to. The swing set he would constantly swing in would never be swung in again, instead the lonely piece of wood and rope would sway back in forth with the wind. His dogs he would greet and hug every morning would never receive another hug and "I love you" from him again. The siblings he would turn and smile at in the back seat every day after school would no longer see his face, or even have to go pick him up.

His grandmother no longer had a sidekick to take on trips, no one to help with all the dogs and cats, no one to talk to when lonely, instead she lies in bed holding his memorial card next to her heart sobbing wondering if she did something wrong. Only if there was a way for him to assure her she has never done anything wrong. His parents are still too devastated to even enter his bedroom, they know as soon as they open the door they'll break down and cry uncontrollably for another 3 days.

"Brother's in heaven right mommy? I miss him. When is he coming back?" His puzzled sister asks his overwhelmed mother, only getting the same reply over and over "I miss him too baby."

His cousins he would always be so overjoyed to see on all the holiday's continued tradition what they'd always do, and what he would want them to do. He'd tell them to forget about it and have fun for him.

His best friends he thought didn't even like him held a memorial service for him at his locker on Friday morning, which lasted for half the day after teacher's realized how big of a deal it was.

If only he could he could see, how different the world would be without him. How much people actually loved him.

He watches from the heavens, tears pouring from the eyes.

:: I wrote this while going through a deep depression back at the beginning of school in 2016, I was quite alone and didn't have any people at school to talk to and that's when I realized I have my family who genuinely loves and cares about me. I'm very blessed to have that. ::

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