Buried Echoes

nds against my ribcage, the shock still coursing through my veins like ice. It's been two days..... Two days of

nes, cold and unshakable. I take a step. Then Another step. I turn and run My chest tight with something sharp and suffocating, pressing against my ribs. The air is thick and heavy as if the world itself knows the weight of my grief. I keep running Not toward home. Not toward anywhere Just away The streets blur past me, the dry pavement stretching endlessly ahead My breathing is shallow, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dig into my palms. yet, I feel numb I don't feel anything except the hollow ache spreading through me Then, the first drop. Cold. Light. Caressing my skin. And then another. And another. The heaven cracks open, releasing a downpour so abrupt, so violent, it feels like the heavens themselves are mourning with me. They can feel my pain The anguish. My misery. My grief Rain pours heavily against the pavement, drenching me in seconds. My hair clings to my face, my clothes clinging to my shivering body but I keep walking. She loved the rain Loved. Can't believe I'm talking about her in past tense She said it made her feel alive A bitter laugh escapes me Now she's anything but. I gaze up at the sky rain pouring heavily my throat let out a savage scream, a raw, guttural sound ripped from the deepest part of me. It echoes through the empty road, consumed by the storm. And then Everything goes black. _________ When I open my eyes the first thing I see is the white ceiling,the scent of antiseptic assaulting my senses, and the soft beep of a monitor I'm in a hospital. my body feel so heavy and weak I try sitting up, but a sharp pain shoots through my skull. A voice stops me before I can move. "Easy miss maya"I turn my head to the right, my movements sluggish, and find a doctor standing beside me. His expression is kind, but there's something else beneath it is pity. My throat