#15 (Part II)

#15 An Answered Scream ( Part II )

      I stared at her.  All thoughts of the times before disappeared under the weight of this newest loss.  Crippling grief welled up within me.  I bent in half, my arms wrapped around me.  I bent in half and screamed.  I screamed to the spring bud grasses growing beneath my feet.  I screamed at the leather shoes shodding my feet.  Shoes that, for a moment, I understood were not mine.  Were never mine.  I screamed because, in that very second of understanding I knew that I was no better than the paper dolls in my classroom.