Winnies POV
I woke up the next morning and saw my window open. It was just another sunny day like nothing happened but then all the memories came flooding back. I layed in bed and started to cry again. My mom walked in and tried to get me out of bed but it was useless. When I did finally get up I stared at my desk for a bit then started throwing everything and breaking everything in sight. My mom came in and grabbed me and let me cry and scream. "It shoulda been me mom...why couldn't I die instead".
I stayed on the floor even after she left my room, and through all the things I broke, I found one of the pictures I had of us in a now broken picture frame and cried even harder. I didnt want to wake up anymore, I didn't want to move, I didn't want to be alive. All I wanted was my best friend back but that wasn't gonna happen. I wish I died in that car accident. A week went by and my mom called in for me to explain to the school what happened. But by the second week she wanted me to get up out of my room. "Winnie you've been wearing his hoodie for almost 2 weeks you gotta wash it or something. You- you just gotta get up"
"Please go away mom" I told her
"...You know what Winnie no ive been understanding but you have to get up now you have barely eaten you don't even come down stairs and your room is a mess" She said getting louder. I didnt move. "Get outta bed Winnie!" She yelled starting to cry. I Still didn't move and we went silent. "Winnie please...you cant go through this again.....WE can't go through this again...please get up even if it's just for an hour just please god dammit get out of bed" She cried
"I just lost my best friend mom. What am I supposed to do when the one person I had who I spent everyday with is now gone ... Forever... I can't and I wont get up, there's no point everyday is the same all over again!..How am I supposed to get up when one of the few people who made me happy is the same person who's making me cry"
"You mean how I lost your dad...im not saying you and Cruz were gonna end up together but your dad...he was MY best friend too and I had to keep going everyday without him. Someone I had for 16 years.....so I do get it but Cruz..he wouldn't want this for you hun. He helped you get up and not so you could just fall back again" she said wiping away her tears.
"How am I supposed to keep getting up though without wanting to break things without just feeling the pain?" I said, lying there trying not to cry.
"I don't know but you gotta learn somehow because nobody else could pick up the pieces except you" I just sat up crying not wanting to move.
"Well I bet you and him had a lot of fun together right" she said sitting next to me.
"Ya everyday we had fun going out"
"Ya and I bet you made him laugh a lot and made him have fun too even if it was just watching sunsets" she said.
"You guys were good friends" she paused
"Ya, we were best friends...but now it hurts so bad to even think about him"
That weekend was his funeral so I had to get up. I stared at the letter that was on my nightstand debating whether or not I should read it. I decided not to and focused on getting ready. I went there and saw so many people there. Some of his cousins came up to me. They said he didn't get to talk to him much but when they did they said that he would talk to them about me telling them I was a really good friend to him and asked if it was true if I had a real sugar rush problem. I talked to them for a bit and they told me fun stories about him. Then one of the youngest cousins about 12 asked if my tattoo was real. I told her yes and that Cruz and I got it together in Venice. I never realised how much family he had yet none of them helped him leave his mom and they all called her crazy so they knew but they ignored the problem. After everyone left I stayed sitting next to the casket for a bit then walked up.
"Why did you have to pull a Thomas J Cruz...Asshole" I said standing there.
As I started walking out his cousin walked up to me. "Were you really there when he did it?"
"...I was late just by a minute"
"Was it painful for him?"
"I don't know I just saw him...die, I tried getting him up but I didn't know what to do..I tried but I couldn't help him" I told him. I talked to him more till I finally left and I just sat on my bed.
"Hey so um I got your and Cruz photos developed from the camera and I forgot to give them to you" my mom said walking in.
"I don't want to look at them mom.."
"No just trust me go through them with me I haven't even gotten to look at them" she said sitting down. We started going through them and laughed at how funny we looked. We had flour all over us with other baking ingredients.
"Aw look this is when you smashed the egg on his head" she laughed. While going through the pictures for a minute I forgot he was gone and wanted to text him to come over and look at the pictures but I realized I couldn't.
"Winnie..you gotta let him go, you gotta find some sort of closure or something" she explained to me
"But I don't want to move on I don't want to forget him"
"You really think you could forget that boy? Even if you got alzheimers you could not forget that boy, he was loud and ate all our food and through pillows at you!" She laughed.
"Trust me your not gonna forget him especially with that damn tattoo ya thats right I saw it" she smiled.
"But I wish there was something I could have done..I shoulda been there I should of asked why he was acting differently an-"
"Listen to me there is nothing that you could have or should have done...Just because things could have been done differently doesn't mean they would've been any better. The worlds gonna be what its gonna be and you cant change it. He was stubborn and would have probably done it anyway but don't think for one second it had anything to do with you"
"I just wish I had more time with him" I told her.
"No matter how long you have with someone you will always want more time but you had him for almost 2 years and did so much more then some friends could do in 5 years...come on I have an idea" she said pulling me downstairs.
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