When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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The sound of FaceTime failing again happens. It's been happening, and so has the texts left on read.
I've only been at school for about a month, but I hate it here. I hate it socially and my friends from home are simply ghosts. Because after Avery's death, it's like Teddy and Inez died with her.
They didn't talk to me, they didn't call or text to check in. Nobody did, nobody but mom. Even dad gave me his space, things hadn't been the same since he ultimately fucked my life.
I lost the one boy I loved and then my best friend. I didn't have any friends here, Lila found her own groove of things I guess. It was awkward, we were two passing ships who never hung out.
I think I seemed introverted, she seemed a little too crazy for my liking. But I did the average roommate things, kept up my cleanliness of the room and went to bed a reasonable hour. I lifted her hair as she threw up every ounce of alcohol left in her body.
A new trait of her's I'd discovered. I was fine, it was fine, but she drank heavily. On Friday at half past four like clock work, a seltzer would be in hand.
She didn't seem well, in fact I heard her crying on the phone the other day. But it wasn't my place, we weren't really friends. It was like the twilight zone in this room some days.
I press another contact to call this time. I sit desperately waiting for her to answer.
"Sloan!" Her voice fills my ears and tears escape my eyes "oh how's school been I miss you?"
She was probably settled into school and created her own life. I was probably intruding and bothering her. I take a deep breath but before I can get a word out I break down. I cover my sobs as I can't hold it in, I feel sad about a million different things.
"Sloan?" Her voice grows solemn on the other line.
"I hate it here Clara, I hate it all and I just want to..." temptation never leaves, it always lingers taunting you. You just have to choose not to give in to live a life of normalcy. Even though it truly would never be normal, it's better to try to ignore temptation.Because fucking up my life more seemed like the worst option for me.
"I can't do it, I can't do it!"
"Oh Sloan I'm sorry I haven't called what's going on. I'm here, use me as your sponsor" That hurts me more, because my sponsor was dead and the other one gone into thin air.
Audrey sucked ass at points. She wasn't a friend, she was a therapist and there's a difference. I wanted to go back in time and beg for her back. To prevent Avery's death, to stop Alex from running. To tell him I loved him, to admit it all.
It sucked, it hurt all over.
"I just feel like my world is falling at the seams. I have no friends here Clara and everyone besides you has either died or ghosted me!" My sobs grew to hyperventilation.
