Believe it or not

The sharp glass pierced through my skin as I heard the shatter of the windows. That's the last thing I remembered when I woke up. My throat felt drier than the Sahara desert and the lights were too bright for my eyes which took a while to adjust to.

I looked down at my body to see bandages covering the sleeves of my arms. The glass, I thought. My leg was also in a cast. Last night was a blur for me. I looked to my right to find him a sleep, holding my hand. What was he doing here? Where was he? I bolted right up, which wasn't the best idea and groaned in pain. That woke him up.

"Emma you're up!"

"Where is he?!" I shouted at him.

"Emma... Please lay down. You can't be giving your body stress like this," I looked at his face and noticed his eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Tell me where he is. Now." I demanded. He looked at me like he was unsure if he should tell me or not. I deserved to know.

"Emma... he's.." he paused his sentence as he stood there fiddling his thumbs, avoiding eye contact with me.

"Please tell me, I need to know."

"He's gone Em. He's dead."

And I swear in that moment my heart stopped for a second or two. I couldn't hear anything he was saying, I couldn't see anything around me. All I could do was sit there in my hospital bed, feeling nothing but pain physically and emotionally. I couldn't process what he had just told me. A tear dropped down my right cheek and I didn't lick my chapped lips like I usually do when I cry, tasting the salty teardrops, I numbly sat there doing nothing but letting them drop one after the other.

He's gone.