Part 1
November 16th 2013
Dear, Journal
Day of the funeral
When my parents were alive they used to say " If you ever did drugs, smoke or even something that can get you in trouble or in jail for, we'll stop paying for stuff for you guys." I know I would never do that because I was always trying to please mother, father and everyone else, but no matter what I said or did it would never work.
When they died we were all devastated, but at the funeral they told us that moving is what my parents would've wanted. I cried at that part because I knew that that was the truth I just didn't want to believe it.
The funeral was huge because both sides of the family came, friends came and co-workers. If only they didn't get into that car crash on the way home from their honeymoon because of a drunk driver, but he doesn't have to suffer because he died too! But right now I don't need to think about that I need to think happy thoughts not ones that keep reminding me of my loss.
On our way home from the ceremony that day I stopped to fill up with gas at the gas station. The one with the corner store attached, so I guess that while I was in there Ryan grab some smokes for him and his friends. So this whole thing started from peer pressure from his friends.
Goodnight Journal
Sincerely Caroline
November 17th 2013
Dear Journal,
My birthday
Today it's my birthday and I am turning 17. For my birthday my brother got me these really nice heels and I really liked them, when I told him this he smiled and said he will be back at around 6:45. I was kind of curios to find out what he was doing but then I thought " he needs room to coop, recoup and move on."
When Ryan came home at the exact same time as he said, he blindfolded me and put me in the car. It was nothing like being kidnapped because he told me he was going to blindfold me. When we got out of the car he lead me into a building then a room, then he finally took off my blindfold for me to see and for him to reveal a surprise birthday party. I loved it! All of my friends and his friends. Once again I doubted him.
After we had cake and presents, everybody left I stayed with Ryan to clean up. He really made my day special by not smoking or doing anything inappropriate. It was so special!
Goodnight Journal
Sincerely Caroline
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