Yesterday, on June 11th, my friend died of cancer. Her name was Brittany. She was thirteen and a straight-A student with washed-out black hair. I remember the eggs she ate that morning, the flickering light in her hospital room, the fringe of her shorts.
I remember the numbness when the doctor delivered the grim news. I remember sobbing, screaming hysterically.
Now, I’m sitting on my bed and replaying memories of her. She was always there when I got hurt, always laughed with me and never at me. I was so fortunate to have her.
And now she’s gone.
Forever.