Push (Josh Ramsay)

Epilogue

Pull.
That's what we were missing.
We should have pulled each other closer instead of pushing each other away.
But now she was dead.
Gone.
After hours of writing sick love songs about my dearly fucking departed, I had fucking had enough.
I gripped the heart shaped box around my neck that contained her ashes and I knew what I had to do.
I reached into my drawer and grabbed the foil, pouch of the tar-like substance, assortment of pen tubes, lighters, and razor.
I walked out of my room, and began gingerly ascending the creaky staircase. As I rounded the corner, I bumped into someone and froze.
"Josh what's going on" my mom croaked with a pained expression.
"Why do you have that? Josh please tell me you aren't doing what I think you're doing." She pleaded.
"I'm getting clean, you're taking me to rehab."
As she attempted to comprehend what I had just said, we stood in silence for a moment before I added, "For Mabel."