I dramatically bid farewell to my friends and stumbled my way to the bottom of the escalator- not realizing that with one clumsy slip of the heel I would meet my doom. I reached for my metro card and courageously made my way down to the place that caused me so much pain and misery earlier that night. As the red lights flashed so did images of what I had lost. The doors opened, revealing the mouth of the enemy and challenging me to walk in. I mustered all my strength and with fierce determination faced my sadistic foe.
Looking around it was as if time stood still, like nothing had changed since I was last on the train…5 hours earlier. If everything was the same, why did I still have so much hatred? Why did I feel like this train was making a mockery of my life? What did it take from me to make me feel so empty? I attempted to regain my composure, but failed miserably at keeping my balance and quickly sat down. As i noticed shifty eyes giving me the stare, I pulled the hood of my coat over my head in a state of annoyance and paranoia.
It was somewhere between Adams Morgan and Cleveland park when I suddenly felt a strange wetness in my eyes. Tears started streaming down my face, staining my cheeks and ruining my mascara. Then like a ton of bricks... it hit me. I knew why I felt so empty on the inside – the metro, my enemy, had taken away my Blackberry!!! I had lost my support system… my most reliable confidant. The tears quickly turned into loud, violent sobs as I remembered the great moments that we shared and the life that was cut short by a moment of negligence. The pain was so overwhelming that the flood of tears could not wash away the grief in my heart and the emptiness of my hands.
With “All by myself” playing in the background, I walked home... forever to mourn the loss of a best friend.
