Sun rushes through my window attempting to wake me from the nightmare that was taking place within my life.
I was dreaming of my birthday and how my brother, my best friend, made sure to see me.
That even through the growing struggles of adolescence that we were facing, he still came to celebrate.
I had the illusion of waking up to find him unconscious. I screamed for anyone who would listen, but had no response.
I looked at him, his skin yellow, white foam spilling out of his mouth, his face sweating, and his eyes as empty as my hope.
He wouldn’t wake up, my mother suddenly coming home, holding him while crying, screaming for her baby boy.
My vision became blurry as people rushed in and out. First the ambulance came, then my parents left, and then it was just me.
I felt the presence of nurses, diagnosis, overdoses. I felt sheltered and left behind.
Sun rushes through my window attempting to wake me from the nightmare that was taking place within my life. Except it wasn’t a nightmare, I only wish it had been.
In Between the Margins 