I had fallen asleep in my chair after a long, hard, day of doing homework. After a while of dozen off, I was suddenly awakened to the dying screams of Annie in the next room. I made a mad dash for the dining room, only to find her body on the floor, covered in large splotches of dark, red blood. What could this mean? Was there a killer nearby? Suddenly, I heard a mechanical click behind me. "Hands behind your head." I complied, then made a mad dash for the nearest object in sight, a long, metal pole. I turned around and swung it at my attacker. It hit him square in the side of the head. I didn't mean to kill him. I called the police, and the hospital. But I knew, in that awful moment, he was dead as soon as he hit the floor. Just like Annie.
My mind races as I try to grip onto the sanity which I have left. My body begins to shake with a panic that puts my breathing on hold. Gripping me tightly are my own hands, screaming at myself to stop. But it's unsuccessful, as I'm too far gone, the scars are too deep, the pain is too much. This crushing, blinding, killing panic is ripping through the tightness within me. It is yelling through my seizing lungs and freezing my ability to move. My ability to live. Suddenly my hands shake and I fall deeper into my insanity. I am terrified, I think I am going to die. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't speak, I can't move. My paused breathing will be the death of me. My head is screaming at me, for anything, something to stop me from losing it. But I lost it all a long time ago, so I scream and shout and yell but nothing can end the torture. Nothing can end the turmoil that is killing every inch of me. So I collapse, destroyed by my own body, ready for my mind to take complete control over the hopeless me.
For a brief moment when I passed through those grocery store sliding doors, I held my breath in hopes of seeing her there. After all, it had been months. I wasn't even sure if she still worked there. It was just a long shot. But hey, I was in town. It wouldn't hurt to stop by. As I walked through the floral area, it was almost like a fairy tale dream. Flowers everywhere, and time stopped when I noticed her over there in the far corner. She was standing at a register, oblivious to the world in her light blue polo and a pair of the khakis that fit her ever so snugly, but in the most modest way possible. I noticed her hand slightly tug and twist at strands of her hair the same way she always used to do when she was hard in thought. Her hair was noticeably shorter, maybe even darker. But it fit her. She stood there, completely unaware of the beauty she was radiating. On her left hand, lightly sat a ring. Oh, how good that was for her. And though she looked bored with her current surroundings, I could tell she was happy with life. I saw a glow in her face that she had before things went wrong. And that's the moment that I realized what I had to do. I had to smile too and simply turn and walk away. She deserved to stay in that moment of picture perfect happiness that I could never give her.
and we'll run through the streets again hand in hand a lightness in our chests and stars in our heads, the stress and worry which clouded our eyes all these years cleared revealing bright and hopeful orbs, when the word cancer slipped from the doctors mouth this morning you forgot about the world with me just like we did 70 years ago as we ran through the streets hand in hand with a lightness in our chests and stars in our heads running to the clouds