Abigail

Epilogue.

Epilogue.

Ashton.

I awoke at least seven hours before my alarm; I had only been in bed for two. Down the hall, I heard the door slam for the fifth time this week. I groaned and swung my legs over the side of my bed to stand up. Chucking on my hoodie and some joggers, I made my way out of my room and down the hall to where Noah was sat, propped up against the door.

I knelt down beside him. "Come on dude, you need to sleep."

"No I don't," he slurred as he attempted to push me away but failed miserably.

"You do. Don't argue with me," I stood up and pulled on his arm which made him stand up too. He wobbled all over the place, slurring his words and mumbling to himself.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him down the hall. I had done this everyday for at least a year. One of these days he was going to kill himself with the amount he drinks. I pushed him carefully into his bed and turned the light out. Then, I got back in bed. It wasn't long before I could hear Noah sobbing to himself but I just had to ignore it and go back to sleep.

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The following morning, I was yet again woken up by loud bang, followed by a 'Shit!' I smirked. Noah also had a thing for falling out of bed. My legs took me out of my room and into the kitchen area in which I made two bowls of cereal for Noah and I, and a glass of water and painkillers for him too.

"Cheers," he mumbled groggily.

I rolled my eyes again and rushed my breakfast as I wouldn't be able to do what I usually do everyday if I wasn't quick enough. I threw on some skinny jeans and a tee and then slipped my converse on, grabbed my car keys and darted out the door. I flung my car door open, got inside and sped off down the road.

Soon enough, I was sat on a small cushion in front of her headstone. 'Abigail Walker, 1997-2013,' read the top of the stone. A tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek. It had been exactly a year since she passed away in my arms, peacefully in her sleep. I had visited her at 9am and then again at 11:30pm, everyday since she had passed - it cost me a couple of sacrifices but it was worth it.

After she passed, I was exactly like Noah. I was depressed and down, even drinking to wash away my problems. Living life without Abby was dull and pointless at the time, and I even contemplated suicide so that I could be with her. However, she turned up in my dreams one night, however crazy that may sound to you, and she told me straight that I was being 'damn well stupid' and that I needed to sort myself out because it was upsetting her.

I took her words and I made something of myself. My parents helped me to get my own flat because I was eighteen and wanted a little independency, and I allowed Noah to move in with me. Then, I set up my own charity group in which I get together with a group of people twice a week to discuss and make happen events to raise money. Then, with that money, I would give half to the hospital and the centre that helped Abby through her cancer and the other half went to a memorial bench for her. Once we had reached enough to build the bench, I started trying to research into causes for her particular type of cancer.

My life now basically revolved around my first love and best friend, Abigail Walker, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Placing the flowers next to her grave and a card that I had taken the time to make, I sighed.

"I miss you baby girl. It's just not the same without you but I am trying, I really am. Noah isn't the same though, he's getting worse. Maybe you could pop up into his dreams too? He's really taking it hard. Your parents are stronger than ever and they always make sure they come and see you. I have to go to France in a couple of days for a charity event that I have organised, which means I won't be able to come and visit you but I promise, as soon as I get back, I will spend the whole day with you to make up for it. I love you so much. I can't believe it's been a whole year. I wish you could just come back," I whimpered, my face red and blotchy.

"Hey man," I heard a voice from behind me. Noah came into view, looking sober for a change and smelling like a normal human being instead of like a brewery. "Mind if I join?"

"Not at all."

And that was the day that Noah began to come to terms with his sisters death and began to get himself help to cope. He was trying to turn his life around for the better and as was I.

The death of Abigail Walker devastated many. Even those that didn't really know her had a soft spot for her. The whole town came together for her funeral, all dressed in pink and white as requested by Abigail. It was a beautiful but emotional and poignant day that I won't forget in a hurry.

Abigail had touched so many different people during her life because of her bravery and commitment to live the best life possible, ignoring her life threatening condition.

She was an inspiration - a girl that nobody would forget.

The End.