Status: because why not, ydg?
Empty Garden
eight
She got out of the hospital two weeks later with no hair and thirty-two stitches across her temple and head from where the bullet had lodged itself in her skull after she pulled the trigger. I’d never seen her smiling wider or her green eyes sparkling brighter.
“Why’d you do it?” I asked her.
She giggled and said, “You wouldn’t understand.”
“If you’re depressed or something—“
“No, no. Quite the opposite. I was just so happy and so full of joy that I couldn’t take it any longer or else I might have imploded.”
I asked her how she feels now. She said she doesn’t.
“Why’d you do it?” I asked her.
She giggled and said, “You wouldn’t understand.”
“If you’re depressed or something—“
“No, no. Quite the opposite. I was just so happy and so full of joy that I couldn’t take it any longer or else I might have imploded.”
I asked her how she feels now. She said she doesn’t.