Trevor?
Trevor Matthews?
I don't know if you will ever read this, but if you do... I want you to know that you changed everything. What you did, in the end, killed a girl. It killed two girls. Because I think I died that night, too.
Maybe you shouldn't have had so much to drink, Sam.
That's what you're all thinking, right?
Maybe if I hadn't felt safe enough, maybe if I hadn't trusted my own boyfriend, son of the pastor, to put me to bed, maybe if I hadn't have been wearing such a pretty dress. Isn't that how it works?
But let me tell you three things that you can't forget about that night.
I was devastatingly and mind numbingly drunk. I was the kind of drunk that makes you want to lay down and sleep and maybe talk to something that won't talk back. Not to mention that after a while I went into shock and blacked out as much as I could. Even that will never be enough. I loved my boyfriend and I trusted him, as you tend to do after being in a relationship for two years. Trevor was completely and utterly sober.
He knew what he was doing.
You ruined me, Trevor. I never had a chance to tell you that.
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clementine
Teen FictionLet's get this clear; I am not Clementine Ross. I was not her sister, or her best friend in the world, or even a person that she opened up to completely when she was devastatingly drunk one night. And every time someone solemnly asks (and this happe...
