A Thing Called Life

A Thing Called Recovery

Ugh...what time it is? I don't feel like going to school. I forgot I have to go to Tyra's burial ceremony. Well let me get my ass up. So I take a shower, put my clothes on and other things. Boom boom. "Come in." I say. "Hey Robby." Rocky said, while coming in. "That was a good thing you did yesterday. I admire that." "Thanks. I guess." I replied. "Well you better get going. The ceremony starts in fifteen mintes and it's all the way in Dolan County." Oh shit! Dolan County! Let me get outta here.

"Okay thanks. Bye Rocky." I said, kissing her on the cheek. I grabbed my jacket and left out. I got to the ceremony five minutes late. I hope I'm not that noticable. So I see Ms. Quanerez and I stand right next to her. "Hola Ms. Quanerez." I say, while kissing her on the cheek. "Hola Robby." she replied. "Thanks for coming. This really means a lot to me and I'm sure....to Tyra too." she says, while wiping a tear from her eye.

So she goes up to the stand and arranges to microphone. "Hello everybody." she says. Her face is down so low that no one can even see her face. All of a sudden I hear," But I know someone who saw alive for the last time. Everybody please welcome Robby Love." Everybody starts clapping and smiling because they hope I was her boyfriend or something. So I grab the mic and stare past the crowd. "Um. Tyra was a great girl. I-I."

I started to sweat. I loosened my tie. "She was great....bullshit." I said, taking my tie off. The whole crowd gasped. "Yea I said bullshit. So what. I'm the whole reason why Tyra's dead. She told me that she was moving to Puerto Rico and I got mad. She told me she loved me and I stormed out. Plus she was never the good girl. But one thing is I was falling in love with her and I-I fucked up. And I'm sorry. So it's okay if you hate me." I ran off the stage after that.

As soon as I got home I dropped on my bed and screamed. That was brave of me. I can't believe I said that but then...I was kind of right. Tyra did die because of me. If I hadn't have just stormed out while she was emotinally unstable she would've been alive. No Robby! Don't do this to yourself! She decided to kill herself and it's not your fault. Boom boom. "Robby. Hey sweetie. How ya holding up." my moms said. "Good. I guess." I said, putting my head in my pillow.

"Ms. Quanerez called me shortly after dinner. She told me what you said." she said, sitting down on the bed and putting her hand on my shoulder. "I know how you feel and how you think this is all your fault but trust me it's not. And I know I'm not able to convince you that right now but you'll recover. We all will. To help us I called a psicologist who can help you...I mean us through everything that's happened." she says, while leaving. "Okay mom. Thanks."

Mom is right though. We have to go through recovery.