Coma White

As the snow drifted down onto the sea of black and white, a ripple of regret made goose bumps run down my arms.

Well, it should have, but there was nothing.

Nothing mattered.

And then I saw her.

Her red rimmed eyes, crying, bloodshot, staring straight at the tombstone.

A tombstone with my picture on it.

I wanted to cry, but tears wouldn't come. I wanted to scream, but nobody would hear me.

I wanted to hug her, tell her everything is alright, that I'm alright.

But I couldn't.

I trudged forward, my feet seeming to weigh a ton each. But I left no footprints in the snow.

After what seemed like an eternity, I reached her.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as shadows crept forward from the outskirts of the woods surrounding the cemetery.

Somebody was up, telling everybody what a great person I was. Telling them how I didn't deserve my ending.

But I didn't care. I couldn't hear them.

All that mattered was her.

She was everything.

The shadows reached closer, seeming to snarl.

She sobbed even harder, and I desperately grabbed for her hand.

I felt an icy rush; a sign that told me I couldn't touch her. It was like I was made of water.

The wind blew, and her long black dress swayed right through my stomach, making me want to break down and scream.

The shadows touched me, circled me, dragged me down. My mouth opened in a silent scream, but nothing could possibly be said.

My time.

Up.

Now.

She screamed then, started crying even harder.

Nothing could be done. She couldn't let me go.

Let.

Me.

Go.

I was pulled down, flailing my arms. But it was no use.

I stopped moving and closed my eyes. I waited.

Three,

Two,

One...

Her scream was the last thing that I heard in my short second life.

A pill to make you numb

A pill to make you dumb,

A pill to make you, anybody else.

But all the drugs in this world, won't save her from herself.

MM

Coma White.