Infinity

The morning after

Colby

Nothing. I was nothing. I realized that all my aspirations and hopes for my future are dumb. I should have listened to my parents before I ran away becouse who knows, I could have spent two more weeks with them.

And all the fights and arguments I had with them seemed so simple and overall pointless.

Now all I do is sit in the corner of my room and pray no one knocks at the door.

All of my parents inheritance was passed down to me... So in a week when I turn 18 I'm pretty much set for life... But what is the worth of that if I don't even wanna live?

The funeral is tomorrow...

The thought brings pain to my chest and hurt to my head as memories continued to play over and over again.

I hear my phone ring... But I don't answer. I put my blankets on before sleep, but i dont even catch a wink...I hear my alarm go off... But I'm already awake.

I wonder if this is how I'll live forever.

My body jolts when I hear a knock on my bedroom door.

"Colby?" I have heard my name come from that mouth millions of times.

"Sam." I say in a low disheartened voice... I would be lying if I didn't say I hoped it would be my parents.... the though reminded me of when I had to identify their bodies.

I must have looked horrible having been crying all night long...

Sam engulfed me into his arms.

"It's gonna be okay. This is all gonna be fine." Sam said over and over again.

I just shook as warm tears rolled down my face.

How do I recover from this? Or will I ever, is a better question.

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