1 Relief

First POV

"Lily" I hear in the distance like a whisper which brings me back but what I see brings me dread. She pushes me to the floor pointing out things that make me freeze. "Kill me kill me" I think over and over again shrinking into myself hoping she'll stop. Then silence as she gets bored and leaves. Emptiness is all I feel as I get up

Third POV

It was as though she had taken my breath, my being, my spirit. It had been like this ever since the shock had worn off, but it didn't get any better every day she felt it. She felt numb and empty, Like an empty shell of what she used to be before her death.

First POV

I take a deep breath as I drag myself to class looking down at my feet as I walk to my seat and sit down. "Lily" I hear bring me back. I realize the teacher expects me to answer, I say something but don't really know what. Then I hear far away laughing and the teacher shaking her head. I would've been embarrassed before but now I don't feel anything. The bell rings and I drag myself to the bathroom. Slashing some water on my face and patting my cheeks. Forming a smile I walk out and walk home. "How was your day honey" my mom asked "It was good" I answered with a smile walking to my room and collapsing on my bed. The smile cracked off my face, like a glass bottle that has been dropped, shattering into hundreds of pieces too many to pick up. I wanted to cry, I wanted to smile, but I couldn't find the energy, couldn't find the emotion to care. It was hard to breathe hard to think hard to do anything but lie there. Memories come back to me of the sad and happy memories of her. Us laughing in my room watching a movie. Us crying together when her first boyfriend broke up with her. I should have noticed something wrong, I should've pushed her to talk when she said she didn't feel like doing anything. I should have noticed her smile fading. I should've, I should've. Then before I know it I'm running out my door tears streaming down my face. I hear my mom saying something but I keep running. I run all the way to her grave. Then I sit there and just cry and cry and cry. I don't know how long I cried but when I walked through my doors. My mom hugs me and then I start crying again. After a long time I walk in my room tired but having a slight feeling of relief as if her spirit was with me holding me in her arms.