First Published on Into Heartbreak and Back on January 20, 2014
In my head I see myself. My hands are in my hair, over my ears, on my face and in my hair again. I am screaming. Screaming. My Grandmother is dying. She is my best friend and she is dying. And I am screaming.
5 years ago next month. It will be five years ago next month that she died.
Right now I can feel it. Right this very moment. My best friend is dying. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is dying (but not really). It is me. I am dying (but not really). I am only screaming. My hands are in my hair. I can see myself
and I am screaming.