Our Life After

Recovery

*Lizzie's POV*

I woke up on a bed staring at a blank white ceiling.  I had no idea where I was or what I was doing here.

I sat up and looked around.  As my vision cleared, I saw my Mom, Dad, and Christian standing at a desk with some nurses.

“Hello?" I said and my Mom turned around and came over and hugged me really tight.  Then Dad took his turn.

Christian jumped on the bed.  “It's too bad you aren't dead," he said jokingly, “I was all ready to move into your room."

I playfully shoved him and asked the obligatory question, “Why am I here?"

The nurse took this time to speak.  “Apparently you passed out on the boarding floor of the train station.  A man came over and found you laying there, and you weren't breathing so he brought you here.  We then called your parents."

“Is that why I have  these nose tubes?" I asked.

“Yes.  It's called a cannula.  We put it in so you would get oxygen even if your body wasn't deciding to breathe."

“Hmmmm.  So can I go?"

“The doctor will decide that.  You'll most likely be discharged this afternoon."

And I was.  I went home and remembered the reason I passed out was because all this stress was bearing down on me.  I decided I should probably take some time to myself to get back fully recovered and well again.

I sat in bed.  For a really long time.  I didn't feel like eating dinner.  At about 9:00 Mom came up to my room.

“Honey are you okay?" she asked.

“Oh I'm fine.  My best friend just moved away, my life is ruined.  It's all good."

She sighed and said, “If you want to talk about it, your father and I will be downstairs."

I sort of felt bad, because I knew saying that would make her feel bad, but at the same time, I didn't.  It was pretty much the truth.

I stayed upstairs for a couple days, but then decided, I will miss Catherine, a lot.  But I just can't let her go.

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After two years of Catherine being gone, I finally wrote something up to send to her in D7.

Dear Catherine,

I have missed you so much over the past two years, and I will continue to miss you for a long long time.  I hope that someday you or I move and we can see each other.  God, I miss you so so much.  I worry often that you've moved on and forgotten about me, and it makes me sad to think these things but it crosses my mind often.  I miss you, I want you to come back to D12 so badly.  I miss you every day an  I am so sorry I haven  written or anything, I hope you're okay. I am eagerly awaiting your reply.

Love, Lizzie

A few days later, I got a reply.

Oh, haha. How have you been?

-Catherine

I'm not entirely sure why, but something inside of me just broke.  I literally just poured my heart out and told her how much she meant to me, and all I get is this stupid one line back?  I wasn't okay with that.

Catherine,

Seriously?  Do you have ANY idea how long I've been writing that letter?  I just poured my heart out to you, and was sincere in everything I said, and all I get back is that one bit?  I have  to say that really hurt.  A lot.

Lizzie

Liz,

Honey I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you.  But I just can't keep myself in the world of D12.  I'd be miserable.  I have to move on.  I've actually met tons of nice people, and I hope you are doing okay as well.

Catherine

Catherine,

Are you even kidding?  You've replaced me.  I honestly hope I'm dreaming.  That is quite possibly the worst thing you could've said.  I am lost for words right now.  I am really hurt by this.  I can't believe you.  Maybe it's best if we just stop.  Just stop being friends.  I can't deal with a supposed best friend who just told me off.  I'm done.  Write back, or don't I really don't care.

Lizzie

She wrote back two weeks later.

Look, Liz, I didn't mean to hurt you.  I honestly hope all is well, but you have to move on.  I don't want to be what's keeping you back from what you could be.

Catherine,

You aren't holding me back!  You say you don't want to be miserable, but do you realize how miserable I am?  And did you even bother to consider how any if this would make me feel?  No.  You didn't.

Liz,

Okay.  I'm sorry.  What I said was stupid and insensitive.  But I'm being honest with you.  Forget me, move on.  I want you to be happy and if I'm keeping you from that, I'm being a sucky friend.  For anything I did wrong, I apologize.

I never write back.  I left her behind just like she wanted.  I stood a little taller, put a smile on my face, as if to prove to some invisible her that I was fine, I could live life without her.  And I did.

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Fun fact! I was feeling out of inspiration, so I decided to just use thing  that happened in real life.  The fight between Catherine and Lizzie?  That's based on a real fight between me and my former best friend who moved away. 

Just like Lizzie, we hadn't contacted each other in a while, an  when I finally got in contact with her, she pretty much told me she moved on, and wasn't very careful with her wording and how it made me feel.

Neither of us have said anything to each other since the fight.