Life Goes On (Sequel to "I'm Not Who You Think.") **ON HOLD/EXTREME REVISION**

Chapter 6:

A soft sigh,

Escaped the girl's lips.

She didn't answer me.

However,

She didn't disagree either.

It had to be Stevie.

The way her hair--

And her eyes--

And wow was the room spinning...

“Stevie... Wh...”

Once again,

The fingers were pressed against my lips.

I sat down,

On the edge of Sam's bed.

And this figured followed.

I closed my eyes,

And fell backwards on the large, soft bed.

When I opened my eyes,

This figure,

Was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

She was humming softly,

To a song I knew I should know--

But right now,

I couldn't figure out a thing.

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking.

Or maybe it was seeing my dead girlfriend,

Sitting on the edge of the bed.

Instead of being happy,

Like I always thought I'd be,

If I ever saw her again;

I grew angry.

“Why Stevie?!” I screamed.

“How could you have just leave me like that!

You promised me Stevie! And I got better!

I stopped everything, FOR YOU.”

The expression on her face dropped a bit.

As I saw her shoulders drop too.

She brushed her teeth across her lower lip,

and peered up at me.

“Jake,”

Her voice was soft,

and seemed to disappear into the air around us.

I felt tears pricking at the back of my eyes.

Never have I wished I was sober,

as much as I do now.

At first,

Hearing Stevie's voice was comforting.

But now,

Seeing her,

While I'm as drunk as can be--

I just--

Can't take it.

“You need to leave, Stevie.”

I said, trying to push her away.

It was when I tried to push her,

And ended up falling onto the bed,

Did I realize that maybe I was crazy.