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After the accident that ripped her family apart, Rebekka Rose has not been the same anymore. Everything feels different, it's much... Lonelier. She's detached from life, and so far no one can...
Song Recommendation: "Talking Shit About a Pretty Sunset" by Modest Mouse
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Sluggish Remorse Bekka
"Bekka! Please wake up. I need you!" The pleas got louder. My hearing got clearer. That voice. . . It sounded so familiar. The person was worried. Why were they yelling at me? What did I do wrong?
A light was being flashed in my eyes. I scrunched my nose. The light waved around me. I couldn't breathe correctly. I felt clogged up. My throat burned, my lungs felt hollow and dry. My whole body felt heavy. My body convulsed and I sat up immediately. I started regurgitating water. I continued to cough, trying to clear up my airways. My eyes flew open. I looked around.
I was in the docks of Gravon. Why. . . ?
Oh.
I tried to kill myself. I frowned, who had saved me? I squinted and looked past the flashlight, spotting Nelson and Wesley. Wait, Wesley? "Wesley?" I croaked.
Wes pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. "Thank god."
I hugged him back slowly. How did he even get here? I settled in his arms nonetheless. My heart pounded against my ribcage, it was on overdrive, after what I just did. Shock registered in me. I just tried to kill myself. To end my life. "My mom died," I whispered.
Wes hugged me tighter. "I heard, I'm sorry. I lost my mom too a while ago, to suicide. Bekka," Wes pulled me away from him and looked into my eyes, "don't scare me like that ever again, you hear? I lost my mom to this, I cannot lose you to this either."
I stared at him dumbly. Why was he here? Was he here to visit me? I immediately remembered the smirks he would give me. Those secret smiles that I thought were just for me. I thought we were going to work out. I thought. . . We had a chance. So the fact he kissed another black-haired girl, made my universe collapse. I thought I couldn't feel anymore shitty than I already did, but I was wrong. I felt miserable.
Why was he here? That thought repeated in my mind again. My eyes fluttered. I was so tired. So so tired. My whole body felt heavy. My insides felt like they were stuffed with cotton. It hurt to breath in and out. There was a sharp feeling every time I sucked a breath in.
Wesley held me bridal style in his arms. He stood up and held me firmly in his arms. "Bekka. . ." He murmured, "promise me, promise me you won't do something like this ever again."
Would I stoop this low and do this again? Would I try to end my life? If I ended my life I would never get to see the sunrise. I would never get to see the small details in life. The way the ocean, lakes and rivers reflected everything around it. The way the rain poured at a diagonal angle. I would never get to see Wes' smile. I would never get to hear Simon's wacky jokes, Kaiden's nickname for me. Nothing. I would be alone. What was there for me? I had a better chance here than dead. Surely, I would be missed.
