I'm all alone. Sitting on the ground.
In a empty field. I can't move anything except my head. Phillip reaches for my hand. I hear a gunshot and all I see is black. Only black.
I wake up in a sweat over the dream I had since Phillip got shot before my eyes.
7 months in counting.
I still remember when we were together in that field where we would sneak out to at night or after school where we would talk and look at the stars knowing we would always love each other and be together forever.
Well that was going to change.
One night we were sitting together and he was about to kiss me. All I heard was a gunshot, and I saw Phillip fall to the ground as a pool of blood surrounds him rapidly. The next thing I knew was being dragged to the hospital from a bullet wound in the leg.
I couldn't really remember what happened or how it happened, but I saw a shadow with a gun and Phillip's dead body laying in that field. I haven't visited anywhere near that field since.
Because Phillip left the world that night.
He left me.
Alone.
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Pulling on a T-shirt and yoga pants, I go out with my camera. Photography is the only thing that distracts me from my own memories.
I go out to the park and the woods and the city. I trip over my metal prosthetic leg.
7 months since I got it,and I'm still getting used to it.
I won't get used to it.
Just like I won't get used to being alone.
All alone.
