old story (warning... kinda dark)
Flight 1303
“Oh my God, my best friend from high school was on that flight!” Christy watched the headlines flash across the screen and she bursts into tears. She scrambles to find the phone to call her mother when it began to ring. When Christy picked up the phone, she could hear that the phone was connected to a line, but no one was there.
“Is anyone there?” Christy cautiously asks.
“Christy, are you next to your television?” Joan, Christy’s mother finally replied.
“Yes, I already know about the plane, mom. I’ve been watching the news.” Christy struggled to keep her tears from making her voice incoherent, but they continued to pour down the side of her small face like a summers’ rain on a window pane. The thought of Shelly’s body being consumed by flames was unbearable.
She started to remember all the good times she and Shelly shared. “How am I going to go on without her? She’s the only friend I have.”
We’ll all miss her,” says Joan while her voice starts to crack. “You will be okay. Things come and go, you must realize. You mourn for a little, the life takes over and those thoughts drift away.”
At this, Christy bursts into tears. “I’m going to go now mom.” Christy hangs up the phone and sits down on her couch. She continues to remember the trips to the mall they use to take together. How Christy would put on every item of clothing that she liked but thought didn’t look good on her. Shelly would always tell her that she looked good in everything. ‘I can’t go on with this. I want to end my heartbreak and be with her again.’
She gets up from her couch and makes her way to the bathroom. She opened her closet to find her pocket-sized pistol. When she found it, she thought of shooting herself in the head. Thoughts of Shelly continued to race through her mind. She must have picked up the pistol a thousand times to shoot herself. Instead, she puts the pistol down and walks downstairs. Being in an empty state of mind, she somehow missed the last step and fell on the concrete floor.
As she begins to drift into a state of unconsciousness, she hears fire and police sirens coming closer. When she wakes up, she sees Joan’s face and begins to cry. “ I saw Shelly, mom. She sent me back to you. She told me that it was her time, not mine and that she would wait for me. She said that when it is my time, we’ll be together again.” Christy laid her head on her mother’s shoulder and began to cry until she fell back to sleep.
“Oh my God, my best friend from high school was on that flight!” Christy watched the headlines flash across the screen and she bursts into tears. She scrambles to find the phone to call her mother when it began to ring. When Christy picked up the phone, she could hear that the phone was connected to a line, but no one was there.
“Is anyone there?” Christy cautiously asks.
“Christy, are you next to your television?” Joan, Christy’s mother finally replied.
“Yes, I already know about the plane, mom. I’ve been watching the news.” Christy struggled to keep her tears from making her voice incoherent, but they continued to pour down the side of her small face like a summers’ rain on a window pane. The thought of Shelly’s body being consumed by flames was unbearable.
She started to remember all the good times she and Shelly shared. “How am I going to go on without her? She’s the only friend I have.”
We’ll all miss her,” says Joan while her voice starts to crack. “You will be okay. Things come and go, you must realize. You mourn for a little, the life takes over and those thoughts drift away.”
At this, Christy bursts into tears. “I’m going to go now mom.” Christy hangs up the phone and sits down on her couch. She continues to remember the trips to the mall they use to take together. How Christy would put on every item of clothing that she liked but thought didn’t look good on her. Shelly would always tell her that she looked good in everything. ‘I can’t go on with this. I want to end my heartbreak and be with her again.’
She gets up from her couch and makes her way to the bathroom. She opened her closet to find her pocket-sized pistol. When she found it, she thought of shooting herself in the head. Thoughts of Shelly continued to race through her mind. She must have picked up the pistol a thousand times to shoot herself. Instead, she puts the pistol down and walks downstairs. Being in an empty state of mind, she somehow missed the last step and fell on the concrete floor.
As she begins to drift into a state of unconsciousness, she hears fire and police sirens coming closer. When she wakes up, she sees Joan’s face and begins to cry. “ I saw Shelly, mom. She sent me back to you. She told me that it was her time, not mine and that she would wait for me. She said that when it is my time, we’ll be together again.” Christy laid her head on her mother’s shoulder and began to cry until she fell back to sleep.