Hearing my mom holler as someone on the phone called for me I rushed downstairs yanking the phone away from my mom. It was an old friend who recently was hospitalized. My naive sense of the world still lingered into middle school, and I assumed he was fine and I rushed our conversation. After a few moments, I handed the phone to my brother and went about my business. I dealt with issues occasionally, but I felt myself recovering from recent incidents. Only a month later, my mother told me my old friend was on the verge of death. He decided to succumb to a life of smoking in his own house instead of a hospital. Taking a day off of school, my family made a disheartening trip towards California. Those hours ate away at me, the feeling of dread crept on me. What kept me going was a friend during those arduous hours, my eyes locked onto the screen exchanging messages that spanned over a 5 hour conversation. As I looked back on these hours, I remember that friend was a crutch for me. That whole journey felt as though I was coming to my undoing. Yet, this human being talked philosophy and politics with me, distracting my mind or helping me directly confront my feelings. During that drive and all those texts, she sent me a picture of herself, and what I remembered was her face reminded me of a dead star. When the evening rays faded, we inched closer to my old friend’s abode. I saw myself unravel as I saw the house inch
Hearing my mom holler as someone on the phone called for me I rushed downstairs yanking the phone away from my mom. It was an old friend who recently was hospitalized. My naive sense of the world still lingered into middle school, and I assumed he was fine and I rushed our conversation. After a few moments, I handed the phone to my brother and went about my business. I dealt with issues occasionally, but I felt myself recovering from recent incidents. Only a month later, my mother told me my old friend was on the verge of death. He decided to succumb to a life of smoking in his own house instead of a hospital. Taking a day off of school, my family made a disheartening trip towards California. Those hours ate away at me, the feeling of dread crept on me. What kept me going was a friend during those arduous hours, my eyes locked onto the screen exchanging messages that spanned over a 5 hour conversation. As I looked back on these hours, I remember that friend was a crutch for me. That whole journey felt as though I was coming to my undoing. Yet, this human being talked philosophy and politics with me, distracting my mind or helping me directly confront my feelings. During that drive and all those texts, she sent me a picture of herself, and what I remembered was her face reminded me of a dead star. When the evening rays faded, we inched closer to my old friend’s abode. I saw myself unravel as I saw the house inch