Life goes on (Metaphor essay )

Life Goes On Life is like a flower, so beautiful and healthy when it’s well taken care of, but even then it dies and all that’s ever left is ashes. A day like any other, May 25, 2011, I was at my school, John C. Fremont High, in the cafeteria when I received the worst phone call ever. It was the phone call that impacted and traumatized my life. My best friend’s mom had called me and simply said, “I need you to calm down, and I need you to take this calmly.” As she started to cry, she said, “Elias has stopped breathing.” And that’s how I knew I had lost my best friend. Leukemia, a type of cancer of bone marrow that prevents normal manufactures of red and white blood cells and platelets, resulting in anemia, increased susceptibility to infection and impaired blood clotting. In other words cancer. This is what took my best friend away on the day of my birthday. He didn’t treat it and I don’t think I ever really understood why. Maybe he just didn’t have hope or maybe there was nothing he or anyone could do about it or maybe he just didn’t want to live. Whichever it was, I just know it changed me and I didn’t want to live after it. After the tragic phone call, I had a home period and rushed it home. Once I got home I asked my mother for a ride to the Saint Francis hospital in Lynwood. I told her Elias was in the ER and she took me there in a hurry. On our way I could only hear the echoes of what my best friend’s mom had told me and what it meant. It meant he was gone, no more him and no more us. I knew this was going to happen, but the problem was my acceptance of it. The denial I had of it. When we got to the hospital I ran to the room where I found his mother crying and holding the empty vessel on the bed. I went towards the body, fell down to my knees and began to cry. I could see it, but didn’t want to believe any of it. I whispered, “I always told you ‘if you die before me, ask if you can bring a friend.’ Don’t