tw ig: drugs, substance abuse,abuse in general, and death
2 days later, her parents came back. i heard crying, arguing, things breaking, but i did not care.
she was the only one on my mind. i decided to go up anyways, where i almost got hit by a lamp
i didnt eat at all
wouldnt play
wouldnt even look out the window
she was my every thing
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.
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but now she's gone.
***...***
a week passed, there was a funeral. i felt nothing
the family was being teared apart
the father would constantly commit substance abuse, which was terrible for both me and the mom.
my only escape was visiting the grave with the little heart, withe a small headstone, about my size
that of belonged to the girl
***...***
i was sitting at the grave, when i realized it was getting late
i licked the headstone affectionately to show how much i miss her, and i exited the cemetery
i came the the intersection and looked left and right and crossed
it felt like i went slower, and i was being dragged, i tried to pick up the pace, but then...
the car hit me
everything went black
then i opened my eyes
i was alive!
though, i felt lightheaded, and a bit cold
i was confused
i looked down and...
there it was
my dead, pulseless body.
i saw my reflection in the puddle of blood
i was a ghost now, with glowing eyes
and glowing tears... streaming.... down?
"im......dea..d?"
i was surprised at how i could speak english
"w..hat?"
i looked up at the night sky, i tried looking everywhere, but there wasnt a light
"w...h..y?"
i just sat and cried, awaitng to be taken.
