The Rope Around Her Neck

This day
Is the worst day.
I awoke to my mother crying.
My father silent.

When I assened the stairs,
They look at me with pity.
She wipes her eyes with a hurry,
and tries to put a smile on her face.
My father doesnt bother
He doesnt seem to care.

I start to get worried
of what could have happened.

My mom takes my hand in hers,
Squeezes it slightly
She tries to speak
But nothing comes out

My father pats her back
And clears his throat
But my mother holds her hand up
A gesture of silence

"Honey"
She says, very bothered
"Shes gone"

I stop breathing
I know who she means......

My best friend