A year. Three hundred and sixty five days. A whole year has passed since the horrid incident of my stupid decision that murdered the person I love the most. I remember watching the life within him fade away before me. I can hear his voice asking me that night as I was picking the lock on the door to a lab, “What are you doing?” It was I who didn’t listen to his words, and yet I was left with barely a scratch, thanks to him. The sound of the sturdy metal tank rang in my ears as I bump into it, causing it to rock back and forth. I can imagine the faint image of him rushing towards me, pushing me out of the way. I remember looking at the vague body in front of the tank that slowly came down. The sound and smell of flesh beginning to burn caught my attention that it was no ordinary liquid in the tank. I can remember …show more content…
I couldn’t accept the fact that he died. I opened up my mouth, and I can hear the screams that were once tears. The words just kept coming out. I remember my hands aching from pounding the hard, rock wall. “What do you mean he’s dead!? I want to see him!! I need to see him!!” the tears kept rolling down my cheeks, but I was furious. “Somatic Damage!? Like I even care, I don’t even know what that is! I just want to see him.” I can remember slowly falling to the floor. On my knees, my eyes directed to the floor, I can remember the sound of footsteps. Click, Clack. It slowly came towards me, and stopped. The young nurse crouched down to lift my cheek. Her calming eyes looked right at mine. The water in my eyes did not stop as she gave me a warm embrace. “I know it hurts, to lose someone you love. He probably doesn’t want you to be acting this way.” She explained what had happened to him. 5,000 rads shocking his nervous system. Internal bleeding. A coma he wasn't destined to wake up from. The words slipped passed my mind that night. All I cared I about was him. My voice was trembling as I tried to say