After I was released from the hospital, I hoped that they would all come out and tell me that it was a prank, that Storm was still alive but none said anything.
I waited and waited, searching their faces for answers silently pleading for a single nod, a wink of an eye to tell me what was going on, because I was too ashamed to speak.
No one would tell me anything, we did a small funeral for Storm, the casket was empty. No one explained why there was no corpse.
I felt my soul rotting inside my body as if my bones were holding it captive, my heart tried to escape from my chest because my rib cage were prison bars. That very day I went to Jon's house changed the course of my entire life, I became different.
I've tried, tried to think of what happened that very day. I lay down now and close my eyes, but nothing comes, it's all blank... Blank.
I open my eyes, I'm frustrated and now I'm sensing anger so I breathe.