Lost and Found

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The loss of a human in your life is impossible , the curiosity of their life takes over your senses, you wonder what you did wrong,why you did wrong.The curiosity of a new person , a new toy a new watcher,liker,player.Is hard to dismiss the feeling that someone is there.
I look through the shops in the blizzards of people surrounding me.The green eyes the luscious brown curls the curled lip the tensed muscles in his arms.
I will never find him I sigh running my bony hand over my freshly plaited hair,I turn around walking back to the hospital,my dad is gone from the room , my mothers pale body still laying on the skody hospital sheets.Eyes shut mouth agape.I kiss her forehead signing off the chromatin slip.
I still have to get the fact that she is gone from my world,this small small world, I know she will have less pain and stress laid on her shoulders as she floats up to heaven.
I tell her that I love her and that I will give my last breath to her I will fall for her if she has any deeds.I slay the demon from my mind by screaming emptying my lungs of the guilt, I punch the wall hard emptying my skin caressed knuckles from the rich velvet blood,Incasing my strained hand my eyes bulge as the plump doctor paces in with a jar in hand, his head hung low in greif.
"I'm so sorry for your loss ma'am can i get you a drink or an apple".
No thank you i manage to squeak out of my tight lips."i will send a nurse in here to fix that hand okay".
Fine i huff and slide the munted chair over to my side.
Turns out i had a fractured hand with some tendon damage to wrap it all up.
I drove home in my miny cooper turning off at my exit.
I walked up to my door expecting my dad, no one just me myself and i guess this is how its going to be for me now.
.Alone.
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