Tears of anger stream down my face as I make my way to the bathroom. With my head down and my books clinched tightly, I storm in. Frighteningly, three freshmen girls leave at the sound of the bathroom stall slamming. I throw my books down along with my backpack and purse. I slammed my fist against the wall. Shooting pains go through my hand and up my arm. I let out faint cries and slowly sink down to the ground. Holding my knees to my chest I cry. After about 30 minutes I hear someone enter the bathroom. "Elizabeth?" They say. "Are you in here?" I wipe the last few tears off my face, gather my things and open the stall. To my surprise, Alex is standing in the doorway. "Elizabeth... Your eyes are blood red." Alex always tried to point out the obvious. I walk passed her towards the paper towel dispenser. Empty, as usual. I walk into another stall and grab a handful of toilet paper. "Elizabeth, what happened?" said Alex. "Do you know what happens to plants when they aren't watered?" I say. Confused, Alex respond by nodding her head. "They die." she said. "You're right," I say. I wiped my eyes one last time and walked out of the bathroom. After a few moments I hear Alex running down the hallway after me. "Elizabeth!" She shouts, "What do you mean? What's wrong? What happened?" I pause, turn around, and look her in the eyes, "I'm a plant, he was my water..." Her mouth drops open and tears well her eyes. "Elizabeth I'm sorry, I didn't know. You know he's happier now. He's okay, you're getting better, soon at the thought of his name you'll forget all of the pain." I feel my throat tighten, tears form, and my face grow red. "It's been a year... One whole year without him. It's not fair. God should've taken me instead. John suffered so much, through all of that pain, to lose? To not even come out alive? He was my best friend. I told him everything. I'll never be happy, not until I see his bright blue eyes and brown frizzy hair again." Alex was crying now. "You know what's funny Alex? One year ago, on his deathbed John told me that whenever I got a boyfriend he'd have to interview him. He pretended to hold a microphone and asked the wall silly questions about math. He made me laugh. He had this somewhat satisfying smile on his face. His eyes sparkled, like all of his pain melted away at the sound of my laugh. I held his hand, and held back all of my tears. He smiled, I smiled back. The last thing he said was "Don't forget me Elizabeth." And I told him I never would. I heard him breathe his last breath, I heard his last heart beat. I felt the life leave him! So don't tell me I'll forget that pain, because I will never forget that moment! There is not a day that goes by where I don't think of him Alex! Don't tell me everything will be okay! Because it won't be! Nothing will ever be okay!" There was a pause of silence. Tears filled Alex's eyes and her face was flushed red. My throat burned from screaming. "Alex... Why'd he have to leave?" I began sobbing and she wrapped her arms around me.
