Everything I ever loved was gone; my girlfriend, my eyes, and my two best friends. I didn’t know how to feel. I sat in my room all day and didn’t do anything.
“Isaac you can’t mope around all day.” My mother said.
“What am I supposed to do, mom? I have no friends, no eyes, and no girlfriend!”
“Isaac,”
“No, Mom! You don’t understand! I can’t see ever again and my friends are gone! Just leave me alone!”
All I heard were my mother’s sobs.
I didn’t mean to make her cry; I just can’t take this anymore.
When Augustus died it hurt pretty badly. We’ve been friends forever, but when Hazel died everything turned upside down.
I remember going to her funeral like it was yesterday. I can’t see so I can’t give deep detail, but her mom and dad were heartbroken, Augustus’ parents were heartbroken, and I was heartbroken. Hazel was my only hope left. Augustus told me before he died to make sure Hazel is okay. Make sure she doesn’t go insane. I kept the second promise but broke the first one.
Later that day mom took me to the doctor to “fix” my depression.
“Mom do you not understand that there is no way to fix me?”
“Isaac, please, this is for your own good.” She pleaded.
I scoffed. “My own good, yeah right.”
We stayed silent the rest of the way to the doctor.
“Okay Isaac, take one pill a day, if needed two.” The doctor told me.
I just nodded and took a hold of my mom’s arm.
“Thank you, doctor.” My mom said as we exited the room.
“This is ridiculous, Mom.”
“Isaac don’t you start.” She commanded.
I sighed and got adjusted in my seat.
A week or so later I wasn’t feeling any better. My pills weren’t working so mom chose therapy. Like talking about my feelings will help. The doctor was nice but didn’t’ understand what I was trying to say.
“Isaac.”
Dr. Clinton woke me out of my daze.
“Isaac I don’t know if I can help you if you don’t listen.”
“I don’t need your help.”
Dr. Clinton sighed.
“You say that-“
“And I mean it.” I interjected. “I don’t need help, I just want out of here, out of this life. I want my friends back!”
Dr. Clinton didn’t say anything for a couple minutes. The sound of scribbling and the clock ticking was all I heard.
“I think we’re done here.” Dr. Clinton finally said.
“Good.” I got up, grabbed my walking stick, and walked away.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but I don’t think I can help him anymore.” I heard Dr. Clinton say to my mom.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“He needs more ‘professional’ help.”
“You don’t mean,”
“He’s suicidal.” Dr. Clinton spat out.
Me? Suicidal? Okay, well maybe.
“Ma’am,” I head Dr. Clinton yell down the hallway.
“Let’s go.”My mom grabbed my arm and began walking away.
“You’re pills are beside your bed.” Mom said before kissing my head.
“Okay Mom.”
“Isaac you’re not suicidal are you?
I sat there quiet for a minute.
“No.” I lied. I had to.
“Okay. Are you sure?” She questioned again.
“Yes, Mom, I’m sure.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“Love you, too Mom.”
After she left I knew I had to do it. I know I shouldn’t have lied, but I had to.
“Compose new message.” I said into the air.
“Composing new message.” The computer said back.
My funeral was three days later. I knew I shouldn’t have lied to mom but I couldn’t take on the world anymore. All I remember seeing was pitch black.
“Isaac?” I heard somebody questioned.
“Gus, Isaac is here!”
“Hazel?” I screamed. “Where are you?”
“Open your eyes.” Hazel said holding my arm.
“Open my eyes?”
“Yes!” She laughed.
I took my glasses off, and then opened my eyes.
“I can see! Oh my gosh, Hazel!”
She laughed, then started crying.
“We’re all better now.”
“Yeah, we are.” Augustus said while running (RUNNING!) over.
“I missed you so much.” I cried into his embrace.
“Me too, Buddy.”
Everything felt good again. I had my friends and my eyes back. Best of all: the gang was back together again and healthier than ever.
