My Hero's Short Story: 42 Am

Once I shut the door behind me, I knew I was isolated in my own pity. The floor under me, piled with clothing and small items, never meant a thing in that moment. I slung myself onto something that now felt like a pile of rocks. They jabbed into my back as if it was a knife, digging deeper and deeper the more I struggled. The lights were dim, just barely enough to see everything in the neglected room. A troublesome, blaring light came from the digital clock, exposing the time, 2:42 AM. The bed was empty, no sheets, blankets, or her. The bleak weather didn’t help the actuality of her being gone either. My eyes were still filled with emotion, and I was blinded by tears as thick as fog. I was blinded by the thought of you and you dissolved as …show more content…
As I sat in agony, tears flooded my eyes and made its way down my swollen face and onto my lips, leaving a saltiness to them. My nose was confined with tackiness, and periodically, it was as if I couldn’t breathe. Fear is taking over; my hands trembled as if they were an earthquake. I hoisted my hands toward my face and placed them upon my crimson red cheeks. The warmth radiating off them was as warm as you were. My fingers graced their way down my cheeks and back onto my bed. The pitter-patter of rain and my constant sobs filled my ears to compose a symphony that only I would enjoy. All was silent till I looked over to the clock again, 4:24 AM, and my eyes still wouldn’t shut. Turning over, I grabbed ahold of my phone and played a song. The words were cold with no warmth and talked about something I have the capability of relating to. My fingers traced the pattern on my bed, then your name. The bed was cold and isolated in a sea of what doesn’t matter to me in this moment. The pity party consisted of blank walls and myself. There were no more lights, all that was exposed was a digital clock, exposing the time, 5:35 AM. When I wake with bloodshot eyes, it will happen