I'll never forget you (Johlex)

Chapter 2

It's been almost a year since that day. The day that I lost the person who I cared for the most. I had to move in with my alcoholic father because my mom had to move due to her job, and wanted me to stay here in LA so pursue my YouTube career. Sadly I wasn't old enough to live on my own yet. Everyday I write to Johnnie, as if he's going to see these notes someday. I write about many different things, how much I miss him, our memories, the videos we made together, just whatever came to my mind.

Sadly today was different. As I was writing my father had drank more than normal, and was angry at me for no reason. He walked over and grabbed the pen out of my hand, threw it into the table, yelled at me, and then walked away. Some days are worse than others. He walked over to the kitchen to grab another beer. I waited for a few minutes and when he was gone, I walked out the door.

I walked and walked, just thinking. As I walked over the bridge overtop the interstate, I stood and looked down at the cars zooming past underneath me, wondering if they've ever felt this empty inside, if they've ever lost the person they cared for the most.

I continued walking and found myself at the one place I always go to, Johnnie's grave. I stand and stare at it, questioning why he was even gone. I hate feeling this way, I just wish he were here to hold me and tell me everything will be alright.

*flashback*

Johnnie went to grab a Steve from his toilet, I knew because I could hear him running back from his bathroom. We were filming the What's in my mouth challenge. He shoved it into my face and I fell back onto the couch squeezing and laughing until he dropped it.

I was staring at his grave again, wondering where things went wrong, why they went wrong. He should still be here with me. This shouldn't have happened. I still remember the day we were on the beach and he gave me a necklace to match his like it was only yesterday. I remember when he told me to go to our special spot on the beach, and when j got there I saw a black rose sticking in the sand, and a piece of paper. I picked it up to realize that it was a college acceptance letter. I knew that he had applied for only one college, and it was in Texas. I called him, but he didn't answer. I probably called him five times with no answer. I went home and ran to my room, throwing both myself and my phone on my bed. I cried and cried until I couldn't cry anymore. Why couldn't he just tell me before, instead of leaving me the letter at the beach and he had already left? Maybe it wouldn't had been so painful.