Emilie's Death Short Story

I am stained by grief and there is nothing left. The extraordinary life she lived came to an abrupt end with her blood staining the snowy road of the car crash. It was always just me and Emilie. Mason and Emilie, Emilie and Mason. With her, it didn’t matter what people said about us for strength allowed us to overcome the bullying. But without her, I can’t hold myself up because all of their nasty remarks are put upon myself alone. I am lost in a sea of my own blood. Drowning, I cannot find the surface. Emilie was my lifesaver that has now sunk to the bottom. Like there’s is no saving me, there is no coming up for fresh air.

Losing myself was my biggest fear in life. So, there I was, lost, with nothing left to live for. There were no friends,

The sun is setting and my thoughts are loud in my head. My heart rattles against the sides of my rib cage and my breath skips and falls. All I can think about is every mistake I’ve ever made. I regret believing everything everyone ever said to me and never believing in myself. I let others people’s opinions of me become the only opinions that existed. I let grief consume me and I never let the sun rise after Emilie’s death. There were no words, no voices; only the weeping of a girl who has lost the only certainty she ever had. I cry because I regret everything, and the world is just so beautiful, I just didn’t realize that’s there is beauty behind the

Lying in the back of my pick-up truck, I look at the stars. I’ve wrapped myself in a mount of blankets. I’m cold but only enough for it to feel like a chilling may night under the stars. There are constellations and patterns in the sky. I didn’t realize just how illuminated the sky could be until I left the city. In the city, there is nothing but pollution blanketing us from the heavens. There is a star for each person on this planet we call home, and there are countless wonders that we have yet to discover. Perhaps we will prove the theory of everything or maybe we will join forces with a species not yet discovered. The sky tells us countless secrets, but there is still numerous left to discover. Those that study the sky obtain hope unlike any other. They have the ability to perceive what doesn’t yet exist, and that’s what hope is. They prove everyone wrong and show us that there is indeed hope within the impossible. Among these unknowns, we know that there is a future. The sky tells us that hope is not a hoax. Hope is real and it is alive. Of all of the places we have discovered, I am exactly where I would like to be, alone and free. I fall asleep in the back of my truck with images of the sky still painted in my mind. The wonder in my eyes and the smile on my face is a long way from my body on the bathroom floor, and leaving is the one choice I don’t