Debris

The door creaked when I turned the knob. It was so dark inside. The light of the moon penetrating through the window was the only thing illuminating the room. I could barely see things.  The floor rasped with every step that I make. The place was totally creepy and unnerving. But I have to get through, I need to see you.

Despite my knees wobbling in fear, I made another step. And even with the binding darkness, I tried to move. I tried to search for the other door that would lead to you. When I found it, my heart leaped with joy. Finally, I sighed.

I twisted the knob with great excitement. But it wasn’t those things I hoped to see. The room was dimly lighted with a small bulb. The walls were filled with vandals. Some words I could fathom, some I couldn’t. There were broken glasses everywhere. The whole room was a total mess. This was not you. It was complete different from the person my heart adored.

But it is you who completely broke my heart. And from that, I knew I was too late.

You were lying in your bed covered in red, and even from afar I could tell it was blood. I was afraid to go nearer, afraid to confirm my thoughts. But I had too. I needed too. And I wanted too, even if I knew it would break me.

Your eyes were tight shut, your lips was slightly parted. You were so still, yet beautiful. Your body wasn’t making any move, not even the rising and falling of the chest. I tried to call your name, hoping you would recognize my voice and hug me tight just like how you used to. My eyes fell from your hands. Tears rolled when I saw your dripping blood wrist. That very moment, my world shattered. Why do you need to take away your life when I was so dependent to it? What would I do now that you were gone?

If I was a little earlier, If I was little braver, I could have saved you. I could be your savior, but now I needed saving too.