No Pulse

Abigail

"Hello Mrs. Ingrid?"

"A-Abigail... Lila...Lila...she-she's dead..."

"What? What do you mean Mrs. Ingrid?"

"I-I found her... i-in the bathtub... her dad's pills were next to her body..."

"O-oh my god. She's dead... w-why would she ever do this to herself?"

"The detectives are looking into it... b-but I-I she- she is my baby girl..."

"I know Mrs. Ingrid, I'm so sorry, I miss her so much."

"I'm sorry too. I know how close you two were..."

"Were..."

"I don't know if i'll ever be able to recover from this. There will be a f—"

"Mrs. Ingrid?"

"Sorry, there will... be a... funeral for Lila soon..."

"I will be there..."

"Could you tell your mother and father for me?"

"Of course Mrs. Ingrid..."

"It will be next Friday in the church and sunflower field at 5:30 pm..."

"Thank you Mrs. Ingrid...um...I'm so sorry I have to go..."

"No worries dear..."

"Bye..."

"Bye darling."

Lila Ingrid. Dead. My best friend in the entire world is gone. I don't understand. How did I not notice the red flags? She seemed so happy all the time. Always putting everybody else before... herself.... I... I should have helped her. I should have answered the phone when she called. I should have skipped that date to be with her. 

"Stupid me! Dammit you Abigail Faye! How could you let this happen to your best friend! You were unworthy of her friendship! But... but I can't help it! I... I... I don't—didn't deserve her... No, stop you, you did nothing wrong! Don't let the voices get to you! You know how Lila was so concerned when you forgot to take your medicine or skip therapy! She would't want you to blame this on yourself. This isn't you Abigail this is your—our illness."

"Abigail honey, are you okay in there?"

"Yeah mom, I just forgot to take my medicine..."

"Honey! You can't keep forgetting! You know how hard it is for me to deal with you with your schizophrenia when you don't take your medication!"

"I know mom... also... Mrs. Ingrid just called me with some news..."

"What is it dear?"

"Lila...she—she's—Lila is dead. She took her own life..."

"Oh my god. Abigail honey, I'm so sorry..."

"It's fine..."

"I'm so sorry baby..."

"There's gonna be a funeral on Friday in the church by the sunflower field at 5:30pm..."

"Ok honey, I think you should get some rest, it's getting late and all this emotional trauma is exhausting."

"Ok mom, goodnight."

"Goodnight darling..."

"Oh, mom..."

"Yes Abigail?"

"Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

"Sure..."

"Thanks..."