A Broken Heart

One of the doctors took us all into a special room. He shut the door, and slowly turned towards us, head down. I do not know what he said next, because I could not hear, I just remember seeing my grandpa’s knees give out as he fell to the floor screaming, “NO!!!” Suddenly the quiet, still room filled with loud sobs and pleas. I could finally hear, when the doctor said, “Would you like to see him?” The walk to the room where he was, seemed as if it took years. Every emotion flooded in, overwhelming me, numbing my skin so that the very tears that surged from my eyes, came unnoticed.

It is the most incredible, deepest, agonizing pain one could ever feel. It can only be found in the pit of the stomach. It amazes me, just how deep, us humans can feel…so despaired, so wracked with emotion, that we can do nothing else, but double over, with an open mouth uttering the most animalistic groan…OOHHH! The groan rumbles at first, from the stomach, and then it erupts, forcefully flooding forth from you, taking the very breath you intend to breathe, leaving you empty, sunken, dead. But no matter how hard I try, the feeling, the moment, could never be described by words. It is literally unexplainable.

My life had been shattered; my heart broken into a million pieces. My childish fit, the arrow I had flung, proclaiming I would not feel anything, dissolved and it no longer mattered. My heart had betrayed me. I felt everything, yet nothing. I was numb. I couldn’t see beyond my own tears. I felt as if I had been left alone. He was the only person who loved me. The only person I could talk to. Whenever I had a question, he was there…
…now, who would pick up the pieces of my heart?