"I guess we'll just have to be screwed up together."
Evelyn Woods is a 17 year old girl on the verge of being forced to go to rehab. When she meets a boy named Gustav, what happens when she realizes there's someone worse off than her?
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here's the moment you all have been waiting for! The three of them together, Gus, Evelyn, and Bexey—having the final discussion; it could go either way, stay tuned to find out.
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"Hold on to me, I got one more question. Hold on for me, did you learn your lesson?" ___________
EVELYN
I've been here before.
Running along the beach with Gus, splashing each other with the calm salty sea water. The only thing disturbing it's gentle routine was the two of us, bare feet plunging into it's ankle deep height. The water so clear I could see every detail of my foot; the bright baby blue nail polish, all ten of my toes and I could see them wiggle when I willed them to.
The sunset began touching the farthest reaches of the water, reflecting off of it. This is picture worthy, something I would frame and put in my house. My parents would appreciate this beautiful view with their artistic eye but almost anyone could see it's almost hauntingly beautiful potential.
"It's beautiful," I awed, giving myself deja vü.
"And so are you," He whispered into my ear with a ghostly tone. Gus was within my reach but almost too far to touch, like I wasn't meant to hold him longer than this.
This time when I blinked, I wasn't scared when I found myself plunged deep into the freezing depths of the ocean. Somehow, I remembered the dream from last time. The only thing I'm doing now is. . . Waiting for the whale. The sight of it last time entranced me, it brought me away from the pain of my lungs nearly bursting under the pressure.
I didn't have to wait long. Forcing my eyes to stay open despite the conditions of the bone chilling water, I searched for the whale. My feet stayed planted on the bottom; wherever the bottom was. My feet were dug underneath of at least an inch worth of sand. In reality, I would never be in such a predicament but since this is a dream and I know it this time, death doesn't scare me although it doesn't seem too far away.
I'm not the same girl I was months ago, when I met Gustav. Many things have happened that have changed my focus and although my life seems like it revolves around him, I wouldn't have it any other way. I am suffering, but it hurts less when he's around.
This time, I am touching the whale. My pale arm reaches out and the tips of my fingers graze the side of the huge creature. If I could swim, I would swim in front of it. I am not afraid of it swallowing me, I just want it to know what's touching it. I'm trying to imagine living in a world where you live in so much mystery and confusion, unable to control so many aspects of your existence.
I suppose it really isn't that hard to imagine.
The feeling beneath my fingertips is course, like I'm touching years of aged skin that has seen so many things that I could never fathom. It's beauty is captivating and for a moment I wish I could be a sea creature, just floating about and living to the laws of natural selection. I wouldn't have to do the things that I do constantly, and drugs would never be a problem. Unrequited or even requited love wouldn't be a problem either. So simple. . .
