i was numb for the next two days.
her parents had already made funeral arrangements, having had it yesterday, so soon after her death.
today was december 31st, new years eve.
and i couldn't stand to see everyone so festive, getting ready to welcome the new year. a new year without lily. she didn't even get to see another year.
she was only six.
leukemia didn't have any boundaries. it targeted old and young. i didn't want this. she didn't even experience life, while my mother didn't have the chance to complete hers.
i haven't been back to the hospital.
i haven't talked to dallas.
i haven't left my house.
i didn't even have a phone.
i just wanted to be left alone.
remember when i said death could in fact potentially be good. and that maybe it was a miracle instead of a tragedy.
well i was wrong.
it will never be fucking good.
because somewhere, no matter how many, are left grieving.
and it sucks.
like hell.
YOU ARE READING
Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
