Aftershock

For months she lie there in bed not thinking of food, grades, sleep, or family.... Only him. Now he was gone and could never come back to her except in her memories and dreams. She had long since stopped crying about it. All she felt was pain. ache. confusion. *I just don't understand why he did it...* When the pain was too much to handle she would steal whatever alcohol was in her reach and drink herself into oblivion. Everyone who knew her...knew she wasn't the same person without him. And since he was gone, she was too. She never paid attention to how anyone else felt. She thought *they probably miss him, and cry about it.... but... not as much as me....* She drained the rest of what was in a Smirnoff bottle and threw it across the room....

she stumbled up the steps to her cousin's bedroom; four stories up, opened the window and peered down....

"it's a long way down, girl...", she said to herself, "...i wonder if it'll hurt..."

with all the alcohol pumping through her blood she doubted that it would, but hoped for it at the same time.

she awkwardly placed herself in the window sill...*here we go...i'm coming for you."