Confessions of A Dead Girl

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I don't know how long this will be, we'll see how it goes. I don't expect for this to be that long, if anything I should probably put it under the short-story category.

CONFESSIONS OF A DEAD GIRL©️

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Tyler's POV

I was walking towards the car. I had just finished my last class for the day and I was exhausted. Then again, I always am.

I throw my bag in the back and take a seat in the drivers seat. Before leaving the parking lot, I make sure to connect my phone to the car, to listen to my crappy music.

As I was scrolling to find my playlist, I kept getting bombarded with notifications. It was from the group chat that I had with my idiot friends.

They were going on about some merging that happened at the gym when they last went.

I ignored it, and just played some tunes before making my way on the street.

My day was pretty mundane. Nothing interesting. I thought college life would change for the better, but it was all a load of crap.

I'm stuck here, until I can transfer into a much better one, with smarter people.

Like always the drive was a good 20 minutes long. Once I was home, I go to the kitchen to grab some snacks and lock myself in my room.

I was in the process of grabbing some chips and a gallon of juice, when my mother walked in the kitchen.

She looked distressed, but nowadays, everything bothered her and she made a big deal about it.

"What's wrong?" I ask in a monotone voice.

I wasn't really interested in what went wrong in her crappy life at the moment, but I knew she would tell me whether I wanted to know or not.

"Lilah is dead."

I almost didn't hear her. For a split second I was ignoring her, but then I heard that familiar name.

My head snapped towards her like lightning.

"What?" I bark.

"I just got off the phone with her mom. She said they found her dead on the roof," my moms voice cracked.

"You're lying."

That's all I could say. I mean, this had to be some sort of sick joke.

Lilah was never capable of doing something like that. She wouldn't....she couldn't.

My mom shakes her head and starts sobbing.

'No. It's a lie.'

Lilah and I dated for three years. I met her junior year of high school.

She was the sweetest most innocent girl you could have met. I thought her to be naive, but she preferred to call it optimistic.

I had fallen for her so hard. She was my whole world. Made me feel for once and showed me just how much one person can change you for the better.

We had broken up last year. I had some secretes that I kept from her and she caught me in the lie. It was devastating for the both of us. It nearly killed me to have put her through all of that.  But despite it all, we somewhat remained friendly towards one another.

It was just like her, to make sure there was no bad blood. She didn't like staying upset.

Since then I didn't really hear much from her. I would see her on rare occasions and she would show up in my thoughts more often than what I wished.

"Mom please tell me this is a fucking joke. Please tell me you're just screwing with me," I say in a low tone.

"She's gone. She's really gone," mom cries harder.

I closed the fridge and just stare at the door for a moment.

I wasn't really looking at it. I wasn't really sure about what I was even thinking.

I was just in shock. I never expected for this to ever happen. I've seen her upset, I've seen a her at her lowest, but not once did she ever consider taking her life in any way. Not once did she let those thoughts consume her.

My stomach was in knots. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was ragged.

I felt so detached from my own body.

I slam the fridge door shut, and throw the bag of chips across the room, causing my mom to flinch in surprise.

"Fuck!" I scream at the top of my lungs before rushing out of my house.

I don't take anything with me. I don't bother getting in the car, I already know that would lead to something bad today.

Instead I run. I run as fast and as hard as I could. My lungs felt numb so I couldn't feel the burn they were giving from the lack of oxygen they were receiving. 

"Fuck!"

I run out of my neighborhood and into the street. I kept running, I didn't look back, not once. I knew that if I did, then I would be done for.

After a while, I was still running. I didn't stop, because I knew that if I did, then I would break down in tears.

"Fuck!"

I was about to cross a street when a car swerved in front of me and makes a stop. 

The doors open and out come David, Jake, Gus, Diego, and Nick. My friends look at me with concerned faces.

"Tyler, are you okay? Talk to us," Nick says warily.

I don't reply. I couldn't. Now that I was at a dead end, I was starting to feel tired.

I collapse on my knees and look down. Ashamed to let them see me in such a restless state. 

My cheeks burn as the salty tears dripped down. I was gasping for air, unable to understand why she was gone. Why she had left, for good.

The guys were around me, trying to pick me up, but I was too upset. I was angry.

"She's gone. She's really gone and I wasn't there to stop her. I didn't even know she was contemplating her life!" I scream.

"Tyler, come on. Let's get up so we can take you somewhere else, somewhere safe," Jake mumbles as he tried to pick me up.

"Leave me the fuck alone! Leave me alone!" I yell as I swing so he couldn't touch me.

"She's gone. She's dead," I cry.

'And I didn't know. I didn't stop it.'
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Tyler on the side>>>
'Bad Liar'- Imagine Dragons
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