i felt tired,
exhausted.
so many memories,
images flashing.
my dad raising his hand in anger,
throwing with tableware,
me sneaking out,
to parties.
my brother's smile before he'd vanish
into thin air.
the laughter that turned into yells,
the anger that turned into cries.
the lights,
those blinding white lights,
my knuckles white around the steering wheel.
why couldn't i hear
his voice anymore?
he was my comfort,
my anchor,
in this consuming darkness;
but he was gone
and i was worn out.
how i wished
to rest my eyes.
how i wished
to let my weary head
rest.
how i wished
to just let it
be.
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Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
