Paige

SHE IS GONE

This morning wasn't like any other.  There was silence in the emotions of everyone around me. She was gone. It's only been 48 hours since she faded from our lives, yet it feels like eternity. If there is curiosity in one's eyes this accident could be deeply questionable. But in order for everyone to really forget we must let go of the bad things and treasure the memory of the good.  Paige,  that's her name, so simple yet complex in who it belonged to.  She used to tell me about her dreams of becoming an actor and a writer, she would yell out the lines from a variety of Shakespeare plays. It was our thing, I would yell a line from Macbeth she would almost strait away reply.

Paige would say,
"out,  out,  brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow!"

And I, in a joking matter, would reply,
"a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage! "

It was the last day of winter, the day she fell into an endless sleep.  Paige would have loved such a poetic ending, but unfortunately that's not quite what she got. It snowed for the first time in, what felt like 50 years. I just wish she was here to see it.

Her funeral was, well, sad. Not because we were morning the loss of paige, but rather we were morning the fact that her parents must be devastated. Mrs and Mr Brewety. A nice lot I must say. Didn't really deserve what happened but you get what you get. On the Tuesday it happened I, along with many of her family members were informed that she had gotten into a car crash involving a boy she met. 100% doubtful, she wasn't like that, it just doesn't make sense.

"Susan!"

yelled Mrs Brewety, it was aggressive. something is wrong. so I dashed through the black figures and met her standing at the casket at the table.

"Yes, uh...Mrs Brewety?"

"It's all wrong. She wouldn't of liked this at all, being sent off to the ground only to rot! Nothing about this funeral is different and thrilling!"

"uh... yes Mrs Brewety I agree."

she was a terrifying woman, nice, but also terrifying. She always wore these dark sunglasses that covered nearly her entire face. she was lanky, I guess thats the right word, tall with dusty old blonde hair that always was pinned up in the most confusing way. its as if her hair was stuck that way and no matter how hard she tried to put her hair in a good old regular bun it would always be something...else.. There is something about not seeing someone's eyes that is just completely mysterious and, ugh annoying. You can never tell whether there happy, sad, angry, mad, I don't know but you juts can't.

mrs brewety stepped closer to the casket, she swung head back pleading,

"why?!"

I did my best to comfort her, I cant imagine losing a child at such a young age is easy. My hand slowly lifted up towards her shoulder as I pulled ever so carefully for a hug. at first she seemed confused but seconds later realised it was all she needed. I looked up to see Paiges face in the reflexion of her sunglasses. it shocked me.

"I have got to go Mrs. I hope you don't mind?"

"no, no not at all go ahead. thankyou."

I walked carefully towards the door trying my best not to be noticed. I kept seeing Paiges face its just there as if it means something.

grabbing my coat I noticed a small note of paper slip out of the pocket.

"I don't remember putting that there?"

I muttered to myself.

Opening the perfect folds on the paper a noticed just one single letter. A. that's it just that one letter. must be nothing of importance. so down it floated to the bin.

When I got home that afternoon I couldnt help but feel. Its not something ive ever been good at, you know, feeling. you may think why i feel no sadness towards the loss of my best friend but i just have never been able to process that kind of emotion.

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"It's time for your medication."

Its that god damn woman again.

"Whats on todays menu?"

I sigh.

Shes always wearing this white gown that all the nurses wear and I cant bear it, that colour is just, so comfronting. I know im in a mental institute but it doesnt have to look like one to be one. They think they have all the power just because they can close that god damn door and leave me in this god damn room!

"bupropion and you're daily nufrofen."

ugh this always makes me tipsy, and i dont even know what tipsy means.

"the writing, you're doing it again arent you?"

"doing what?"

she slowely stepped towards me placing the tray on the bed. I, just sitting against the wall surrounded by words writed with the marker one of the nurses left in the room.

"who is paige?"

"paige?"

"yes, its writen on the wall there."

reaching her arm out across my face. I dont like it when people get to close so...I hit her. Imedietly the red siren was going at two of the security workers busted through the door and grabbed my arms.

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My room was pretty simple and expected for a 15 year old. bed, desk, wardrobe, you know the usual stuff. There were posters above my bed and clothes hanging on the chair. To be honest im pretty generic. I dont really read, unless paige made me (always shakespeare). I have no hobbies and no toys or any of those things I mostely just dreamt when I was bored or watched a quick episode on netflix. Im really into crime shows, even the comedic ones like brooklin 99. Thats a good one for making me laugh.

Mum is always down stairs and only ever comes up here when she wants something from me. oh, maybe my room isnt so generic, it is afterall an attic. Small house means weird layout. No siblings just me and Mum. We are like the ultimate mother daughter duo.

Printilon secondary school, thats where we all go. Mainly because its the only school in the area.