It's unbelievable how a person is right beside you a minute ago and gone the next. That person that was the love of your life, that person that had always been there for you, is now gone. I couldn't deal with the pain anymore. It was just too much. I wanted to die.
I hate to admit, but I would rather die than be alive.
I've always been told that things would eventually get better after the worse has come, but I didn't believe that. I never did. It never happened to me, maybe to other people, but never to me. I was a worthless piece of trash, putting blocks in the road for other people living in this world.
It's been 6 months since his death. 6 months. 6 months of nothing. 6 months of tears, blackouts, breakdowns, anger, and depression.
I wouldn't handle it anymore, so I had to getaway. Get away from my old life. Get away from my family. Get away from the loss of him.
So, I left. I left everything behind and started fresh. I started new and hoped everything would be okay and not as depressing. I was very wrong.
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FanfictionUNDER EDITING. warning: i wrote this book when i was twelve years old. there are grammar errors along with a confusing plot and cringe all over the place. i'm sorry for the mess of this series. if you wish to continue, i wish you the best of luck...
