Blood on the floor
I should have seen it coming.
I should have known it would come today.
Darkness surrounding me, the light barley visiable.
As my hands begin to shake,
I force back down the tears that are threatening to break.
Threatning to froce me into a spialing depression.
Of guilt,
Sadness,
Regret, and suppression.
As I watched the blood pool around the body that lay in front of me.
I try and force my self to look away.
I cannot help to take glances at the blood,
it pools more around the body and begins to reach my feet.
Death,
loss,
blood,
Pain.
Something I wish I could never witness, either being self inflicted and or forced upon another person.
Yet to watch my friend suffer day by day with a pain she feels that she dose not deserve.
Watching her cry herself to sleep.
Marking her arms with each mistake she thinks shes made.
Yet through this all being so alone.
I wish I could have helped her,
I Wish back then I knew what I could do.
My own wounds now are as fresh as the last words she wrote one the wall that is covered with her own blood.
"no matter where you go in life, no matter who you loose, and no mater what you going. Someone is always watching over you. They are what can keep you going when I am gone,. They are your new strength, and It took me to now to see that I always had someone there for me, but not as i fade away I surely will be one of the ones that follow you."
So as I stood there,
still in shock.
Years passed by as though they were nothing.
As though they have no meaning to me.
Which is what life felt like when I lost her.
Years continued to pass when I finally came to realize exactly what was written on that wall.
She was telling us that no matter what you do in life someone will always be there for you
Though it took her to her last breathes to see that she always had someone there for her as well.
That she will always watch the people she cares about and help them along the way.
She will be my new strength that will help me to fight my way through this big world that seems to come crashing down around me.
She is strength,
she is love,
she is everything I need,
and I am thankful.
I should have seen it coming.
I should have known it would come today.
The day that my whole life would be changed by a dead girls last words.
By: Shanda Beaulieu-Blanchette