lying in bed not ten
January 6, 2003
lying in bed not ten minutes ago listening to b's breathing get heavier and heavier, i couldnt stop thinking of her.
the very moment i was told of her death replayed again and again in my mind.
she was killed.
...in a motorcycle accident. she was killed.
again and again i hear damons shaky voice giving me what has been the worst news of my near-22-year life.
she was killed.
its as if this replay were necessary to remind me that it wasnt all a bad dream.
shes not coming home. she wont be calling a half hour after i fall asleep. she wont get to see 2003.
how depressing. no wonder i cant sleep.
