The Recovery

Prologue

School, oh how I despise that word! There has never been a time when I actually enjoyed school after freshman year. Freshman year was simply the best and the worst time of my life. Caleb and Rebecca were twins and I know them since I was 3. 

The first memory I can recollect was with them. We used to be inseparable. Me, Rebecca and Caleb- the three musketeers. But happiness was short lasted. Rebecca was diagnosed with lung cancer in the start of freshman year. We were very positive since it was found at a very primary stage. We thought it's just a rough patch which will be sorted soon but alas, it didn't. Rebecca's body didn't respond well to the medicines, the doctors realized that very late since the chance of that to happen is one in a million and well let's just say that it was poison for her body. She died sooner than she should've.

She died in the middle of freshman year. It was a chilly Sunday in March when that happened. I went to give her all the homework's and assignments we'd gotten in school. She seemed paler than she already was. We had a small chat but it was really weird. She was really negative about her death and said that she lived her life to the fullest and is satisfied. I was scared as to why she's having these negative emotions and I didn't want to stress her. No doctor or nurse was in the room so I went out to find the doctor. I couldn't seem to find him that day. When I finally spotted him I realized that he is in a panic situation and is rushing towards Becca's room. I panicked and rushed to her room. I realized that all of her family members and all of my family members were there. I finally mustered courage and looked towards her. 

There, lying down in front of me was a lifeless corpse. I was in depression for the rest of the freshman year. I couldn't believe that my best friend and my soul sister was no more and I will never be able to see her again. 

My other best friend Caleb on the other hand wouldn't even talk to me; he blamed me for Becca's death. He thought that if I hadn't left Becca alone we would've been able to save her which I guess is right.

I was an absolute wreck after the funeral; I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep and had nightmares with Becca blaming me for her death. My grades were falling but I didn't care and I even went to the extent of self harming. Caleb and his family decided that they should start afresh. They decided to move to Boston since Becca and Caleb's uncle lives there and he has a well to do job. I went to my room after trying to bid adieu to Caleb even though he didn't even look at me. I dozed off to sleep but was awoken by another nightmare. 

I found a paper cutter in my study drawer and cut my wrist. My mom found me in a pool of blood when she came to check on me in the morning. I almost lost my life. My family was really scared and I realized I can't do this to them for my selfishness. I never attempted anything so dangerous. I act very happy in front of my family when I'm not but no one knows that.

After Becca's death I became very antisocial. I hid myself into books. My outwards appearance changed. I got glasses and started wearing baggy and old fashioned clothes that even my grandmother wouldn't want to wear. 

Soon, I was being bullied by Stephanie Reynolds- the beautiful and rich head cheerleader. Since, our school was private we had some trustees. Stephanie's father was the major trustee. Her father- Arthur Reynolds would do anything for her happiness even if it meant illegal things. All of my other friends left me because they didn't want a cry baby in their group and neither did they want Stephanie to bully them. I was left completely and utterly alone.

 I never fought back with Stephanie because after all these events in my life I had no energy left in me and probably deserved worse.