Masks and Cherries

Sharp Silence

"A...lice..."

I spoke through sobs and tears running down my red cheeks. My head burned and throbbed, my body numb and trembling. I coughed hard, wiping my eyes on my hands that were already wet. My best friend sat with me, holding onto me as he had thrown my knife away. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. He held me, keeping me close to his chest, not caring for the tears and snot that ruined his shirt. He slowly pets my hair, keeping himself quiet, save a few words of "it will be okay" and "why would you do something like that?" I didn't have answers for him. I just wanted these thoughts to be over. To finally be free from all of the stresses in this world. I coughed hard. I wiped my eyes. I couldn't look Alice in the eye. I closed my eyes. I was drained. I didn't know what else to do anymore.

"Feeling better?"

He had spoken up after a few moments. I gave a small nod, but I was tired now. I leaned against Alice and took a deep breath. He kept a hold of me, petting my hair gently, keeping his arms around me. I began to doze off. I opened my eyes, looking up to him now with a sorrowful gaze.

"I'm so sorry..."

He only shook his head. He smiled. I couldn't help but smile back. I took another deep breath. I was glad that he had found me in this small supply closet in school. He must've been worried. It didn't matter. I was content. I rested against Alice.

I only wished this could be forever.