Where the sky used to be

I just woke up, my eyes felt sewn shut, i tried hard to open them with the low amount of energy that i had, then.. they opened.. my room felt colder and emptier than it used to be. It was raining outside, and for the first time i didn’t have the sudden childish desire to go out in the rain to play and dance, no, i don’t have that inner peace anymore.. every time i look to the frame where our picture used to be my eyes get soak wet, my hands start shaking and all i want is to hear them say “get out of bed, you’re late to school” again, like they used to say that everyday.. or when i got home from school and she had written a hand note to me so i would never forget that she loved me more than everything in the world… or when Phillip and i used to fight over something she always had the solution, now I’m here, no solution, no her, no him, just me in this empty house with wholes in my heart. Every day, i dream with them.. last night i dreamed that we’re having a picnic, like we used to have every Sunday in the park, we used to see the sky and guess what the clouds were, but now… every dream ends with that damn memory of the crash, blood everywhere.. i called for them, they didn’t even move, then i started feeling dizzy… and then when i woke up the doctors said i’ve lost too much blood and had to stay in the hospital — i looked to them and asked trembling — “Where are they?” — i didn’t receive any response, then i asked again — “WHERE ARE THEY?! why are you all so silent out of sundden??” — and still got no answer, just some looks of pity, guilt, and disapproval. Some days later a doctor came into my room and told me they didn’t resist.. but as soon as i heard the crash i suddenly had the feeling they had left this world, but i was hoping it was just something in my head, it wasn’t though… i wished i had gone with them, my heart was in shattered pieces.. i no longer have anyone in this country, they were all i had left. One day i couldn’t handle it anymore, i’ve lost my job, my family, my house is a mess, my fridge is completely empty, i don’t eat for 2 days, i don’t even have the strength to get up my bed, so that blade is looking flirty to me, as soon as i pick it a great scarlet waterfall cascades down my arm and forms a puddle on the floor, the color looks pretty but i still cant really belive that’s the last thing my tired eyes are gonna see in this life… My eyes felt heavy, this was my time, the light appeared as a portal calling me, it was my imminent fate, i was finally going to see them again, so i closed my eyes and.. passed through it.. 

 THE END

(obs: it's just a story i made in less than an hour, so don't take it too seriously)