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death by the second
I was looking at a sea of dead faces. Faces that were not speaking just motionless under the sunny day. The faces of a person when they have lost someone. I didn’t know what to make of this. I didn’t know how to react. Emma. My best friend who was now dead. I always told her to never let go. Now looking at all the zombies who were once people but have now taken the replacement of zombies I wonder. I wonder where all the happiness went. It was a depressing day it happened…
I wandered through the halls absentmindedly ignoring all the people who seemed to be talking to me. I opened my locker and found Emma’s picture hanging on the door. I looked at it for a long time before shoving it under my chemistry book. “Why the hell did you have to die?” I muttered depressingly. Ms. Evely my world lit teacher was passing by me and touched my shoulder lightly “im so sorry Avery” she said very sadly. Sorry? I wanted to ask. It’s the only thing people have been saying to me and it was starting to get annoying. I shut my locker in her surprised face. I went through all my classes like a normal person except a normal person doesn’t have a broken heart. I didn’t know how to feel. Sad? I’ve had my shares of sadness. Depressed? I would have already shot myself. No. there’s no words to express how I feel right now. Nothing at all. But as I look beyond the clouds I can almost feel you. My teacher Mr. James says as I’m walking out his class “are you okay Avery?” he asks. “I’m more than okay” I say without looking back. I’m happy. And for a second I can actually say it without lying to myself.
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