England, 1991
Everything was going downhill.
Sami went to jail for first degree murder for killing Derrick.
I haven't seen or spoke to Sami since then. But from what Mum says, it isn't good. A poor, sweet girl like herself in jail for the next 25 years of her life? I feel so bad for her.
Timothy and I are still together, we're now 24 years old.
Timothy went to college to become a scientist, and I went to college for the performing arts. It's a good thing we went to the same college. *wink, wink*
Though Timothy and I are out of college, and want to live our lives together..... I can't move out of the house with mum, yet....
Freddie...... Oh, boy...
Freddie was diagnose being HIV positive and AIDs around the time of 1985. It's killing everybody so slowly. Freddie's getting worse and worse as the days go by, I can't let go of him. I can't say goodbye so soon, he's still young, he still has so much life in him.
The public won't leave us alone about it, they don't even know yet. But it's Freddie's life, it's a personal situation that he shouldn't have to tell the world. He's been taking his medication, he stopped drinking and smoking. He wants to live!
Everybody thinks HIV and AIDs is a gay disease, but it's not! Anybody can get it! Freddie now keeps lecturing Timothy and I about safe sex, it's awkward but I understand why.
I sometimes find myself seeing Freddie looking out a window, just saying "I wish I could've ditched this life style. Get married and have kids. I wish I could choose to be straight, but I can't. It's simply not my choice.... Chelsea would've been my daughter, Mary would've been my wife."
It pains me to see that Freddie is loosing faith in living. It's like he knows.
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"Family meeting!" Mum yelled.
Brian, John, Roger, Timothy, Freddie, mum and I all met in the living room.
"Freddie would like to say something..." Mum softly said, turning to Freddie.
Mum has been taking care of Freddie since he found out. Mum says how Freddie calls her "Good old faithful!" That's sweet...
"Yes. We called you hear for an important announcement..." Freddie started.
"I believe it's time I stop taking my medication.." Freddie said.
My eyes widened, as the room filled with silence.
"F-Freddie, you can't! You'll d-"
"Die. Chelsea, darling, I know. I-I think it's my time. I know it's my time. I've lived life, sung my songs, had you, darling. Made love, made hate, I've done it all! It's time for me to let go, because there is no cure to my illness. We'd all have to let go anyway."
Tears fell from my eyes, "B-But Freddie-"
"I'll still sing, we'll still make music. I still have music in me, I still want to create music." Freddie said.
I nodded.
I started walking out the room.
"Chelsea!" Mum yelled out.
I turned around, walking back.
"Timothy" Freddie started saying.
"You take care of my Chelsea. You two are perfect for each other, and I know you'll have a life together forever."
Timothy just nodded, tears forming in his eyes.
I took hold of Tim's hand, guiding him out of the room.
We can't cry in front of Freddie. We can't show him we're weak, or that we're crying over him. He wants us all to be happy! But how can you be happy when somebody so close to you is dying.
Timothy and I walked out of the room, and walked up stairs to my room. We sat down on the floor. The floor of out first kiss. Where it all started..
Timothy and I just looked at each other.
I started crying, and he pulled me in, holding me.
We sat there on the floor, crying.
"I-I'm so sorry, Chelsea.." Timothy sobbed.
I shook my head, "It's not your fault.."
"Nobody deserves this, nobody deserves to go through this.." He cried.
I couldn't say anything. I just held him tightly, crying.
Nobody does deserve this.
Nobody.
