Just Another Statistic
A shadow of a girl was lying in the bed...
The girl had a family, had a life. Has a friend.
Words are not needed to describe their friendship.
She looks at her friend’s small, sleeping frame, head slumped, neck bent in a horribly uncomfortable position. She looked on, past the worry and sorrow creased onto her face. Looking deep into her short past, to the wonderful times they had together.
And wondered if they would have anymore...
(Told in the friend's point of view)
The girl had a family, had a life. Has a friend.
Words are not needed to describe their friendship.
She looks at her friend’s small, sleeping frame, head slumped, neck bent in a horribly uncomfortable position. She looked on, past the worry and sorrow creased onto her face. Looking deep into her short past, to the wonderful times they had together.
And wondered if they would have anymore...
(Told in the friend's point of view)