Just a little bit. I posted on my Facebook page a couple days ago, so if you've already read it I apologize. There's much in Sad I don't want to give away. Always keep in mind, the writing I post here is unedited.
As if by intuition, Bryce turned around. He mouthed shit and grabbed my dad’s arm. They began running toward me. The world spun out of control. I felt my body collapse and the cool, dewy grass enveloped me like nature’s coffin. The stars in the sky whirled around, reminding me of Van Gogh’s Starry Night. I couldn’t make out a single constellation, not Cassiopeia, not Orion, not even the Big Dipper. Then it all stopped—the pain, the spinning, the whirling—and all turned dark, as if I’d just been sucked inside a black hole of emptiness.
Thanks for reading,