Chapter 3: time.

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They say,

Time heals everything.

And part of me believes that to be true.

But what if,

Instead of healing--

It makes us forget.

There's days when I don't think,

Of Stevie.

And that makes me feel guilty.

Because I once promised,

That I'd never forget her--

Even if I tried.

Every day is getting a little easier.

But the nights remain the same.

Lying in bed,

Staring at the ceiling.

Sometimes the drugs speak to me,

Because I always hallucinate,

And believe I'm hearing her again.

And only time will tell how long,

I'll let myself do this.

During school,

Lacey and I have been talking more.

But days seem to fly by.

Dad and Stevie's mom,

Are now engaged.

And that's crazy to think.

Because I always believed,

That would be Stevie and I.

Not them.

I guess lately,

I'm more numb than sad.

It still tears me apart that Stevie is gone.

I mean,

She was the first girl I ever truly let in.

And she helped me fight,

More of my monsters than I knew I had.

It's just,

While she was busy slaying my monsters,

Hers were eating her alive.

And I was too blind to see.

***

I was walking to school,

Meeting Lacey halfway.

This has become our routine.

Over the last few weeks,

We started talking in history class,

Working on assignments,

And talking about music.

She moved here from Chicago.

Which is where I've always wanted to live.

She once met Oli Sykes,

From a band called,

Bring Me The Horizon.

She walks up to me,

Her blonde,

Fluffy, right curls,

Bouncing happily below her shoulders,

As she takes long,

Cheerful strides towards me.

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