Flashback

. . . 3 weeks in to the sickness of her. we brought her home only 1 week ago and they said she had 2 days left. i do a zombie like walk through school as no one even notices. as 3rd block arrives the tension is to much i must cry. i have been weeping through my first 2 classes but seeing my cousins face setts me off, and makes me remember. i text my sister and she agrees to come get me. my teacher asks me what is wrong, and the words couldnt come out, its to hard to talk and hold back tears at the same time. a simple shake of the head i guess would not be sufficient for her so i bust out in tears in front of the whole class and run to the bathroom. the office calls me down and i leave, toward to house were she is. . .

(i cannot live without you, but i will have to make do)