CHAPTER 2

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" I was always known to be a sane person, or at least I thought I was, until the day life changed me, into a personality I would have never imagined would be "me".

It all began on that very memorable hour, everything was so clammed up and serene as it was still the early hours of the morning, I still remember, like it occured just a few days back or better yet like it was just yesterday. The day my best friend, Kay, unintentionally agonized me by relinquishing me, forever. He died.   

(Its over 2 years now). The truth of the fact refused to sink in, How could i ever accept? It felt like a chunk of my heart had been detached from my physical body, nothing made sense and it still doesn't. The only person who seemed to care about me almost more than he cared for himself, The only person who saw so much good in me, where I saw nothing. The only person who lead me to understanding myself, to a life with meaning, has left this world. My world. My best friend's passing on had left me scared for life. It lead me to who I am today or was, but it would just be plain selfish to say that it was due to his death that my outcome was depression and G.A.D. I was the cause. Me, stupid, selfish me! It lead me through so much pain, councelling, psychology and me holding back for my studies for a while, just so I could be a "normal" kid again.

I could say most of it did work, but the memories don't fade. And i have changed a lot since then, that people keep questioning, and I conceal by saying; "I'm different", Although I know how to conceal it now, even though...." My thought were distracted by the ring of my cell, I smile as I see the caller ID as I swipe my perfectly manicured thumb accross my iphone 6, The voice at the end of the line says my name in a deep sexy sleepy voice; Lauren!. Jayson I say. :))

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