The Yellow Butterfly

I. The Beginning of the End

                      When someone dies, it feels as though the world stops. A pin could drop and everyone would hear it. It is as quiet as a silent night sky, but at the same time it feels louder than a thunderstorm. Though this may sound cheesy it feels true. When you are at the hospital waiting for the doctor or the nurse to tell you the news, it feels as though an eternity is passing by. Once you get the news, it feels as though a life passes by in a single second. It is scary to think that one second someone can be there, but the next they are gone. Growing up, death always surrounded me, my Great Aunts, Uncles, or Grandpas died, but I was more distant. My first real experience with death was when I was 13, toward the end of the school year and my Mimi (grandma) passed away.

          My mom later moved us to just outside the city to start anew. NewMens Central High was a regular high-school. Freshman year started and I was another fish in the sea. I was alone for the first couple months. Had a broken record routine of waking up, going to school, walking back home, and doing homework. I repeated this, eating lunch alone and not having friends. I liked it at first, but later became jealous of the people around me. One day in mid-February, I decided to go to the park to watch the snow. When I sat down, and just watched the glistening snowflakes fall, everything around me became serene and peaceful. The falling snow was similar to a feather that you let fall, just to see it dance its way to the ground. I was in complete bliss. It was wonderful. 

         I sat there at the bench for about an hour, when I overheard this conversation:

"Michael, let go of me?" 

"Come one Babe, we do the same stuff alone." 

"But we aren't alone, so get your clammy hands off of me" 

        The boy, Michael, left in a fit of anger. I decided to stand up and see if the girl was okay. 

"Hey, you good there?" I asked. 

"What? Oh, Yeah I'm okay." She said that looking away, I could tell there was a tear in her eye. 

"You know, you shouldn't let him treat you like that. It's not okay." I say, trying to console her.

"Yes, I know. He is just impossible sometimes," she says this with a laugh, the smile returning to her cheeks,"You're kind to ask."

After she says this, I start getting up to take my exit, but she calls out,"Hey do you want to hang out? Get food? There is a coffee shop right off of west-wood, I'll drive."

       I had never experienced this sort of invitation before, it felt like a call for friendship, something I'd hoped for.  " Uhm, yeah sure! Let me just grab my stuff." 

"Okay, meet me in the parking lot in 5." She said as she walked away.

     I had a feeling she was doing this because she was to afraid to be alone at this moment, but I did not care, I was excited to have someone to talk to other than the snowflakes. As I was grabbing my stuff, I realized why I went up to her, for the same reason she invited me, I was afraid to be alone.

           (Author's note: Hey guys, no this girl in this part does not kill herself, anyways please tell me what you think part 2 will hopefully be up in a couple days! Also ignore my crappy writing skills.)