Chapter Two: Swirl of Black
I really shouldn’t mention how he looked, but I’ll give you a hint: think large, red, black, and swollen. And wrinkly. Not that it was normal for him, or anybody, I guess. Lily made him talk to me, yet she didn’t talk to him other that. I suppose that really hurt.
A few weeks later, they say that he’s gone. I think he didn’t want to see us in unhappiness because of him. He is so sweet, and so wrong. He knew I’d be happier with an injured friend than a dead friend. I went to the funeral, but I didn’t talk to anybode, and nobody acknowledged me, either. Guess I didn’t look so great. . .
His family were really snobby(other than Lily), and they didn’t shed a tear(other than Lily). All I wanted was a hug, or some thing comforting, but all I got were cold, hard stares. My parents were in Hawaii, I couldn’t, and still can’t believe how unlucky I was.
I wasn’t mourning, really, but I stayed in my home, and Lily brought me food, so I wouldn’t starve. That was my period of aloneness. I felt like I was worth nothing. . . This was not what I wanted.
continued soon