My Beloved Friend.
I woke up, my eyes tired and sore, I through my blanket off my cold body and I shuffled to my feet. I shivered as the cold dead air gnawed at my pale skin even thought it was noon. I walked to the bathroom, as the mirror showed me the dark long bags that stuck to the bottom of my eyes, even my long brunette hair was butchered from the hard pillow. I stumbled back to the dark room, as a chilling shiver crawled like a spider's hairy arms crawled up my arms and back my legs frantically running to my the dresser, I pull out a long black shirt, stone blue skinny jeans and a vary baggy gray sweater.
I crawl slowly back on the rock like bed and slide my small arms around for my small dark blue laptop, by the time I found it I was already in a half sleep. So with the strength left in my arm I flicked the small gray button. As I waited for the dim screen to turn a soft shade of blue and green, the shade reminded me of hot summer days, today wasn't one of those days though.
My eyes shifted back and forth from the wooden door to the dim window curtains that had fog seeping through them I closed the computer shut and sluggishly wriggled out of the bed again. I walked down the crooked stairs and snuck out through the kitchen as my grandmother and grandfather were slumped down on the couch in the living room. I opened the creaky door and never bothered to shut it.
I ran to the dirty old barn and picked up my rusty red bike. Pumping the cold hard peddles down through the field past the wilting sunflowers, into a now semi sun-lit dirt road as the path ended, the shore line howled at me. My shoe less feet carried me down a glass like dock. My small fingers dug like knifes into my pocket grabbing small metal cupcake charm, I threw it as hard as my arm could into the salted sea. "She loved cupcakes…" I said out loud breaking into a fit of warm tears and sobs.
"Why did you leave…?" I asked my voice cracking under my breath "I loved you, you were my best friend… you were my beloved dog". I fell to my knees scraping the thin flesh, but the pain tarring through my chest was much worse, my tears fell on the already salted rocks.
I see the necklace start to sink under the black slimy sand, I just looked there for a moment and finally felt the strength to start to stand up and walk back to the tipped over bike. I turned my head swiftly and with what courage I had left in my body, said "please wait for me…"