People always say that your life flashes before you when you die. I wasn’t dead yet and I was already experiencing just that. What no one talks about is how sad and dead inside you feel before it happens. That might just be me, but I would like to think that I’m not the only one. I’ve been alone for so long that I don’t want to die alone in a dark forest and by a huge wolf that looks like it wants to rip me from limb to limb. Just the small assurance that I’m part of something bigger for once would be nice. Even before I’m viciously killed by a wild animal.
As I took a small and slow step back, I thought about Jacob and my parents. I thought about all the small things we’ve ever fought about, including Jacob’s disappearance and his perceived death. The tears were falling freely down my f
