The Pain of Pain
"Yo, Ryan, it's Colton," I called out as I invited myself into his house. "C'mon, let's get going!" I didn't hear an answer, so I began walking around his house working for him. "We're gonna be late, dude!" I arrived at his room and promptly knocked on his door multiple times. "Come on!" I shouted. I opened the door and found him lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling with his iPod playing softly next to his bed. "Dude, come on. We gotta get to school," I said. He sat there, unmoving. Worried, I called his name again. "Ryan," I said. "Is everything okay?" He cast his gaze upon me, recognizing my presence for the first time since I entered the house.
"Oh," he said. "Hey, Colton. I'll be ready in a minute. Just let me change." I shrugged and left as he started to rise from the bed. When he was done changing, he came out of his room and headed for the door.
"Dude, what about breakfast?" I asked. He paused for a moment, regarding my statement.
"Oh yeah," he said. "I haven't eaten in over a day. I should probably eat something." I stared at him incredulously as he grabbed a bag of chips and stuffed it in his backpack.
"What the hell? What's going on, Ryan?" I asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fi-" he started to say. But he suddenly dropped to a knee. I rushed to his side and walked him over to a chair to sit down in. "Sorry," he apologized. "Been awhile since I ate."
"I thought you said it had only been a day," I said.
"Well, that depends," he replied. "Is today Tuesday?"
"It's Thursday!" I exclaimed, shocked.
"Oh," he said, unfazed. "Good thing I've been drinking water, huh?"
"Ryan, what the hell is going on?" I shouted at him. I was sick of this. I needed to know what was wrong with my best friend. "Did something happen?"
Tears started to run down his face. "Of course not," he told me. "Nothing happened."
"Is she gone…?" I asked tentatively.
He nodded, not being able to answer. Finally, he broke down completely, slumping against the table he was at, losing the will to keep holding it in. "She's gone," he sobbed. "She's gone."
And I sat there, tears forming in my eyes as he could no longer control his own feelings. As his pain ate him up.
He looked up to the sky and screamed. "WHY!?" He asked. "Why…?"