Not the only lunatic

{5} Confronting the past

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, groggily reaching over to turn it off. As I sat up in bed, I was hit with a wave of memories from the previous night. My meeting with AJ, our conversation, and then running into Dean at the hotel bar. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about our easy banter and the sense of connection we had shared.

But as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my mind began to wander to the underlying issues that had been plaguing me. The stress, the anxiety, the anger. It was all still there, simmering just below the surface.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was already 8 am. I had planned to hit the gym today, to work off some of the tension that had been building up inside me. But as I thought about it, I realized that I didn't feel like going. I didn't feel like pushing myself to be stronger, to be better. Not today.

Instead, I felt a sudden urge to do something I had been putting off for far too long. Something that I had been dreading, but knew I needed to face.

I got out of bed and began to get dressed; my mind made up. I was going to visit my dad's grave.

It was a place I had been avoiding for months, ever since his passing. I had been too angry, too hurt, to face the reality of his death. But now, I felt like I needed to confront it head-on.

I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, the cool morning air hitting me like a slap in the face. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come.

As I drove to the cemetery, my mind began to wander back to the past. To the memories I had shared with my dad, to the laughter and the tears. I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about how much I missed him; about how much I wished he was still here.

I pulled up to the cemetery and parked my car, taking a moment to collect myself before getting out. As I walked through the gates, I felt a sense of trepidation wash over me. I hadn't been here since the funeral, and I wasn't sure what to expect.

But as I made my way to my dad's grave, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was like he was watching over me, guiding me through this difficult time.

I stood in front of his headstone, feeling a mix of emotions. Sadness, anger, regret. But as I looked at the words etched into the stone; I felt a sense of peace begin to settle in.

"Beloved father, husband, and friend," it read. "May you rest in peace."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my emotions begin to lift. I knew that I still had a long way to go, that I still had to work through my issues. But for the first time in a long time, I felt like I was taking a step in the right direction.

I stood there for a long time, lost in thought. Remembering the good times, the bad times. Remembering my dad.

As I finally turned to leave, I felt a sense of resolve wash over me. I was going to face my demons, to confront the pain and the anger that had been holding me back. And I was going to do it with the help of the people who cared about me, like AJ and maybe, just maybe, Dean.

I got back in my car and drove away from the cemetery, feeling a sense of hope that I hadn't felt in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, I was finally starting to heal.

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Now that you guys have a little clue on why she is known as unhinged what do u think of the story so far

this one is shorter than the others and I'm sry this is just like a fill in on why she acts on impulse.

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