Dear Ryland,
Ellington says he's worried about me. I don't believe him. How could anyone be worried about a girl who has no hope? You're gone. I watched you die. There's no coming back for you. I'm going crazy, Ryland. I imagine other realities where you are still alive. I imagine other realities where you never existed, where I never had to endure this pain. I've begun to feel I spend most of my time imagining these to not remember how much I'm hurt. Other times I get so lost in them that reality feels like a slap to the face. You know what also hurts? When Ellington hits me because j don't pay attention to him. He's gotten aggressive recently. I think he's tired of everything. I just continue to get lost in these realities. I imagine Rocky never faked his death and we were all happy. I imagine that you never existed and we never met Ellington. I imagine that mom and dad never met. I imagine realities where everyone is much happier because I'm not in them. There really is no solution to our problems, is there? Someone is suffering, no matter what we do. In a world full of problems, not all can be fixed. In the end, someone has to endure the pain. It's just not fun to be the one who has to feel it.
-Rydel
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Dear Ryland (Triolgly to 'Dear Rocky') {Wattys 2016}
FanficThey always say your life always flashes before you eyes, but you don't beleive it until your dead.
