"Hi, Miss Aspen, we have your results." My family was around me, and Tyler was holding my hand.
"I'm so sorry." confusion buzzed through my head. There was nothing wrong with me, I am healthy. he handed me the grey clipboard.
"How much time do I have?"
" One year, two with kimo." My mom started crying,my dad started murming to himself, Tyler sat down with tears in eyes, but I stayed calm. Hot, stinging tears fell slowly down my face, someone came up and started talking to me, but I could'nt hear a word that they said, all I heard was the buzzing, I needed to get rid of it. I got up out of the bed, and started walking, to where, I didn't know. For some seeing thier world unravel makes them angry and rash, for me, it was like every color i saw was sharper, everywhere I looked was like seeing a new world, there was so much pain I felt nothing, as if everything was put on pause and I was the only thing that was playing. Nothing made sense, everything, from my screams, to my mothers sobs was deadly quiet. Nothing had taste, everything that I saw was seen through damp, tears.
The first week I would find myself in corners, hunched over, bitterly sobbing. No one, not even Tyler could get to me, friends from school would come and talk to me but I just saw straight through them. I did not speak to anyone for the first week.
The second week was dawning, and I was sitting in my hospital bed sulking when Tyler came in and grabbed both of my shoulders firmly.
"Is this what youre going to do with the rest of your life? Sulk until you loose your voice? I haven't heard you speak in over a week! I need to talk to you again! i thought you were stronger than this!"
I threw my pillow at him with great force.
"Why don't you try it?! I lost Vanessa and now I'm gonna loose myself." My voice cracked and i tryed to control the sobs.
"I already lost you, Aspen." He whispered into the air. all the strength I had left faultered and I broke down into sobs, knowing that he was right. He came over and laid down with me and cried with me. We cried until we fell asleep. Thunder is great, but it is the rain that brings life.
~Love, Aspen
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Love, Aspen
PertualanganThis is the journal of Aspen Jacobsen, my journal. If you read along you will see that every entry is a part of my story. Together the entry's show the complications of teenage love and hate, they show what true commitment is. I have found that stor...