The Shortest Distance

I'm not okay.
I haven't been in six months.
Oh, I've had good days,
but I haven't been truly good,
truly happy,
since Catie died.
I haven't seen the sun shine down on this hellhole
since I walked into Catie's house
and saw the trail of blood
leading to the bathroom
and saw the girl in the tub.
My best friend.
The girl who suffered through
all of middle school with me,
who knew me better than anyone.
Her life was too fragile,
gone in an instant,
and in that instant,
my world imploded.