Home for Freshman summer of college.
You have to do it! You just have to!
But I didn't have the strength. I simply did not have it.
I had walked in the door around midnight and she sat in the lounge chair near the front door of the little rental town home. All of the lights were off. She had her eyes closed. No movement. I was annoyed by her being so drunk that she just fell asleep right there like that.
But when I tried to rouse her, I got nothing from her.
I shook her a bit. Nothing. Harder. Nothing.
She was bluish. A little chilly to the touch.
Oh, God! Could she be...?
I cannot do this by myself. I cannot do this by myself.
I called for help.
That's when he demanded that I take her pulse while he got on his way to come over and help me.
My chest was made completely of molten lead. My brain was ice. I again attempted to summon up the needed courage and force myself to do it.
Nothing happened. It would not come.
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