14
[Story Five: Flower Ashes – This Life Was Too
Bitter, Next Life, I’ll Go With You]
Lewis came in time, and I was okay.
When I got back to the mental hospital, I lit
the flowers that only had dead branches left
and buried the ashes in the soil.
From then on, I didn’t have a family.
Lewis leaned over behind me.
“Do you want me to take you out?”
I smiled back. “Okay.”
He was stunned.
Then he looked at me seriously.
“Are you serious? If I take you out, will you
come with me?”
I nodded.
An undisguised look of joy appeared in his
eyes.
He hugged me.
“Wait for me, I’ll take you away soon.”
“Okay.”
I hugged him back.
But I lied to him.
When he opened my door, he saw me
swallowing a handful of sleeping pills.
“Sarah!!”
He picked me up and called 911, but I just
leaned against his chest, and used my last bit
of strength to smile.
“It’s no use, Lewis, I took a lot.”
He hugged me tightly, gritting his teeth to
hold back his sobs.
“Why? Didn’t you say you were going to come
with me?”
A tear rolled down his cheek, and I smiled at
him.
“This life was too bitter, next life, I’ll go with
you.”
“Lewis, I want you to take me out… I don’t
want to be buried in the mental hospital, and I
don’t want to be buried where they know…”
“Let me rest in peace in a place where only
you, me, and the wind know, okay…”
I didn’t wait for his answer.
