Love, Galaxy

Dear Readers

    Dear Readers,

  You know everything. You know how our beloved Galaxy died. And how your favorite Multi-Verse blames it on herself. 

  But you don't know why I blame myself. Sure you know that Galaxy got killed right before Christmas, and  that I witnessed the whole thing. You know that Galaxy's last words were 'Multi, you are my Galaxy' hence the alias. And how I responded with 'Galaxy, you are my Multi-Verse' how I got my alias. 

  And you know none of my family, or any of the 3 therapist's know about  'Love, Galaxy.' Not even my own twin knows about this blog. And I tell—well, told him everything. 

  Universe knows nothing of this blog or anything I put here to vent about my life. 

  But he knows I still wake up in the middle of  the night, nightmares tearing at me. Hence the reason I haven't stopped blogging like I said I would 6 post's ago.

  I've also been getting e-mails from people, saying that they too lost somebody, and find comfort in my awkward, guilt and pain consumed words.

  I suppose you'd like to know how Galaxy really died though. After all the entry is called 'Losing Galaxy':

  One day after out post-football game coffee, small, innocent Galaxy told me she had fallen in love. Or course, at 15 all we though about was hormone induced love. She told me his name and said that he called her 'Cherry Lips' and that every time she passed him in the hall, he would slap her ass and say, 'looking good, babe'. 

  Then after  a month of this he asked her out, let's just call him Comet. 

  So Galaxy and Comet start to date, and all is well. Until he gets her pregnant. You know, I knew they were fucking, I mean, Galaxy was my best friends. And she told me way more than I needed to know.

  On the day she found out, she came barreling into my house (of course we'd known each other for a billion years, she had her own key) crying and blabbering on about a baby. After what then seemed like years, I finally calmed her down. And through small sniffles she told me about how they had fucked and the condom broke and now she was knocked up. 

  My initial thought was to abort the mission and not put herself through that, I told her as much and she scoffed. Telling me it was against her religion to abort a baby. To what I responded with 'Galaxy, it's also against your religion to have pre-martial sex. Yet you did that. Might as well brake one more rule to add to your collection.'

  Then I waited. I waited for her to scream. To say that I wasn't thinking properly and that I was a bitch. Instead she nodded and said 'I suppose you're right.'

  Next thing you know I'm holding Galaxy's hand in our local abortion clinic when Comet rushes in. Him and Galaxy hug and she explains. Comet looks at me says a simple thank you and takes a seat next to her.

  I know. You might be wondering. 'Well then how the fuck does she die?'

  You already knows she gets shot. But it's not just her. Comet died as well. 

  After Galaxy had the abortion and was walking out with Comet holding one hand and me firmly latched onto the other, a black jeep rolls up in front of us. A trio of men step out of the car and pulled out pistols. 

  They start talking about how they needed small little girls for the customers.  Comet steps up and tells them to back away before shit goes south.

  And it did go south. Things went very,very south. The first guy pointed his gun at Comet and put a bullet in his head. Galaxy, being the girl she was screamed and started calling out for help. I heard someone call the police and then shot number 2.