Beginnings and Ends 

Desiree Fasulo

Death- so many people fear it. 

My head is pounding.

I could feel the leaves and twigs crunching and snapping beneath my feet. 

She loved to go out. 

Ignorance.

My name is supposed to mean heavenly.

I stomp into the salon, irritated and upset. 

If I could change the world, I would get rid of pencils. 

I listened to the leaves crunch beneath my feet, as I walked toward her grave.

I had seen it before, but only at night. 

It was right in front of me.

She sits on her bed.

She was bright.

Sparkling snow crunching beneath her feet.

I’m surrounded by empty roads.

It was the kind of darkness I craved.

Darkness.

The moon was high in the sky, shining bright on the park bench I was sat on.

I stared blankly at them, while they all stared back,mouths gaping, eyes wide, some panting, and some not breathing at all.

My friend, usually calm, and composed, is acting odd. 

She was upset.

You are gone now.