When The Clock Goes Backwards

Chapter 8

It was May 25, 2016. I was starting to get worse. The best part was I knew. I got suspended for flipping out on my teacher; he was a dick anyway. Jess got fired and Mom and John were on vacation in Hawaii, it was only them because no one else wanted to go.

Jess got home from her boyfriend's house. His name was Nick and he was a stoner too. Anyway, I was ordered by Jess to clean my room or else she would tell Mom I got suspended so, naturally, I started cleaning my room. As I was going through my old stuff. I found the thing that brought this era of despair on me. Her locket. It was the only thing that I had of her. Mr. Parks gave me it as a reminder.

I held it in my hand remembering the warmth of her's. I felt myself breaking. I didn't want to remember. I wanted to forget. So I did the most logical thing. I crushed it. As it was breaking under my foot I started to wonder what was in it. So I stopped, picked it up and opened it.

In it was a picture of her mom and her at a little kid on one side. On the other was her with me. I started to cry. I cried harder than I did in my life. I would never forget her. I felt helpless. I had to get away from my demons. She was one I would never escape alive. So what about in death. That would work. It needed to.