It was an explosion of sound in the empty hallway - One that echoed and hung in the hall. She felt the heat of the salty tears hit her lips before they followed the pile of books to the marble floor. Emotion hot in her heart slurried into a mess of heart crushing rage and grief.
What the hell was happening? How was this her realilty? why couldn't she walk back into first hour French and find her life restored to the moments before the call, the walk down the hall, the seat in the guidance office, the box of tissues nudged forward as the pity glanced across the desk. The words came and the emotional slap of the loss crushed her into a box of disbelief and horror. The words hitting both hard and hollow; sorry-dead-note-suicide-
Tone came out that she'd never heard before from the person who usually brought encouragement, acceptance to UCLA, won scholarships, now full of remorse and gentle care.
The walls spun as her body collapsed. Settling near her French novella, textbook, and notes. Her body as scattered as the leaves of paper that had plumed out of the eruption of decibels. She wasn't prepared to live life without her mother.
What the hell was happening? How was this her realilty? why couldn't she walk back into first hour French and find her life restored to the moments before the call, the walk down the hall, the seat in the guidance office, the box of tissues nudged forward as the pity glanced across the desk. The words came and the emotional slap of the loss crushed her into a box of disbelief and horror. The words hitting both hard and hollow; sorry-dead-note-suicide-
Tone came out that she'd never heard before from the person who usually brought encouragement, acceptance to UCLA, won scholarships, now full of remorse and gentle care.
The walls spun as her body collapsed. Settling near her French novella, textbook, and notes. Her body as scattered as the leaves of paper that had plumed out of the eruption of decibels. She wasn't prepared to live life without her mother.
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