I called it fun, they called me addicted

The Martyr (Chapter 8)

The "visit" to Carly's house was great but then she said something

"Where do you get your drugs from?"

"I'm clean"

"I know but who was your dealer."

"Don't do the drugs I used to."

"Why not?"

"Because if you do you'll be fucked, your life will be over."

"What?"

"The drugs I used to do, they were addictive, they'll hook you after 1 try."

She didn't listen, the next day Carly was found dead in her bedroom due to an Oxycontin overdose.

I still blame myself, if I had just done some extra convincing maybe she would still be alive...

I never really talked about it

when I got back into my routine, I realized something about death, Life goes on after somebody you knew dies and you end up going back to where you left off.

For me that was Katherine, that was were I left off. She was beautiful, smart and purely amazing, and I was in love with her.

Day by day he gazed upon her

"Hi, Katherine"

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I don't have you

"Nothing... just tired."

Day by day he sighed with passion

"Bullshit, tell me."

all I wanted to do is grab her and kiss her, All I wanted to do is give her everything I have, all I wanted was her.

I put my headphones in with music blasting and walked around all I was thinking about was

Carly's dead and how do I get Katherine