Eddie Munson Imagines

15 (SPOILERS)

Words: 555
Warning: Sad, survivors guilt, paranoia, delusions, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, mention of suicide.

Diary entry 1.

It's been 7 days since Eddie died. My new therapist told me starting a diary and writing in it every day would help me so here it is.

Diary entry 7

He's everywhere. I keep seeing him. Everyone calls me crazy but he's there.

Diary entry 20

My parents got me a new therapist, they said it's because my other therapist isn't qualified enough but that's their way of saying my therapist probably quit. I've been smoking more, taking pills, and drinking too. When I smoke or am some type of high, it always feels like he's here. Not asking why I couldn't save him but telling me that it was okay I didn't make it on time.

Diary entry 36

Why won't he just leave me alone? His voice is always here even if I'm high. There's no escaping him. I let myself go in front of him and in return he sacrificed himself to save me. I miss my best friend. His uncle is taking it really hard, I think Dustin is too but I don't know. Dustin was there with me when Eddie died. I wish I could check up on him. Naturally my parents along with the rest of this god forsaken town thinks that Hellfire was a cult. They don't want me talking to any of the party or anyone who has even talked to Eddie. All I can think is that everything would be so much better if I just ended it myself. I could finally be at peace.

Diary entry 100

100 days may seem like a lot but trust me, it's not. I don't even know what's going on anymore. All I feel is numb. The only things I've been doing for the past month is laying in bed, writing, eating but only when I start to feel my body shut down and going to the bathroom. I think my parents gave up on me, or they're just trying to not show that they are worried. I know my mom feels bad. She keeps coming in here and sitting by me. I always pretend that I'm asleep but I doubt she buys it.

Diary entry 109

My dealer cut me off. Said that he misses Eddie to and he wouldn't want me using drugs to forget. It's not like I care anyways. Even when I'm on something I can still feel him, still see him. His mouth bloody, blood all over his clothes. I can hear him too. Sometimes it's nice, hearing his laugh and him making some stupid joke he always use to make. Sometimes it's bad, when he tells me it's all my fault and I should have done better. Doesn't he know that I know it's on me? I should've been the one to die, not him.

Diary entry 234

It's gunna be a while before I write in this again. My parents are checking me in some place, they won't say where but I can only assume they think it's their last hope. They want me to say goodbye to everyone too. They won't even tell me what state it's in but I can't blame them. I'm going insane. Eddie is still here, his voice getting quieter but some days... Some days all I hear is him screaming in pain.