Personal Narrative-Withered Bones

Withered Bones
I don’t remember how I got there, or how it came to be. In the blink of an eye, tears were raining down the cheeks of my loved ones. My throat was dry like sandpaper and my head was light as a feather. The crystal blue eyes I once had were now bloodshot red and they burned. The doctor had us in one of the nicer rooms, you know, the kind of room that they give bad news in. Except, I didn't need him to tell me she was sick, I needed him to tell me he could fix her. Infact, I was angry that he had repeated the news to me. How could he let her suffer so long? I sat beside her on the blue checkered floor. Dogs barked outside, exciting her. She was so oblivious. I could feel my stomach drop and the weight of my shoulders suddenly fall to my wrists. She didn’t seem ill, she seemed happy and overwhelmed with attention, although, I couldn’t imagine anyone looking sad in a room filled with love. The time the doctor so generously offered us felt like just a few milliseconds. I rubbed the soft edges of her golden …show more content…
I started thinking back to all of the times she greeted me and I didn’t say hello. All of the times I stupidly thought I had all of the time in the world to spend with her. Now, all of that time was taken from me. I wondered how the doctor could have been mistaken for all of this time and how long she had suffered. But this time, he wasn’t mistaken at all. My head slowly peered around the cold walls of the room. Lexi’s x-rays covered the walls. I stared at the black and white photos of what should have been pictures of bones, but none were present. That’s right, cancer, the devil’s disease, had eaten away at my innocent best friend. This was the moment that I realized life does not care how fair things are for me or for anyone. It didn’t matter if she lived a short life of only two years or how good she was, she was being taken from me, and I couldn’t watch any