I'm Still Sadie

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

I can't tell you for sure why the body switching happened. Maybe it was because I was an awful person, or maybe I was just an unlucky, randomly selected participant; either way, I feel like shit.

There is some information that I can give to you, not about why or how this whole thing happened, but what happened afterwords.

I found Tegan O'Reilly on Facebook shortly after I was returned to my body, and I'd like to think that I had some lasting affect on her.

For instance, her statuses and posts there suggested that she belonged in the loony bin, which was exactly how I sounded when I encountered her.

'I would like to thank everyone for your well wishes to me when I was in the hospital. Now that I'm back home, I can't even remember why I even tried to take my own life.

'If there was one person more disappointed in my selfish actions than my mother, it was me. She couldn't even stand to look at me; she'd swell up with tears every time she went by my room, and that was all my fault.

'One week after the accident, I had an encounter with a young boy. But this wasn't any ordinary boy; he was an angel. He called himself Sadie and claimed that he had done this all to me. And even though I believed it at first, I realized the lesson he was teaching me. I needed to stop thinking that someone or something would magically save me from my own depression, I had to act for myself.

'As it turned out, Sadie really was an angel. Days after my first encounter with him, he came by my room again, but had no recollection that he had ever spoken to me. Only then did I know that I had made a huge mistake attempting to kill myself.

'Not many people knew it, but the modeling was making me dread getting out of bed in the mornings. I only told this to Sadie and he convinced me to quit. And although my mother does not enjoy that decision, we can both agree that jumping out of that window was the worst choice I could have ever made.

'So take it from me, everyone; there is always a better way.'

I read and reread Tegan's posts countless times, but I couldn't decide whether or not my influence on her was bad or good. Even though I convinced her to stand up to her mother, I had also turned her into this spiritual nut.

After finding Clarke Wallace's long abandoned Facebook account, I searched all over the Internet for proof he existed.

That finally came with a Twitter account, where one tweet convinced me that this was the boy I was looking for.

'This chick came up to me and asked me what why I never called her about our date. Dude, bitches are crazy.'

As for the French Girl, I couldn't find anything without her full name. I was led to believe that her name was Amelie, but that wasn't enough to tell me anything about how her life went after I tore it apart by giving her a tattoo.

As for Kevin and Mason, it turns out that I truly underestimated Kevin's abilities. True to his word, he did manage to find me.

One day, just when I thought my life was finally sewing itself back together, I discovered a letter in my mailbox addressed to me.