✓ | FAR FROM SANE ²

001

Things haven't been the same since Thanos killed off 50% of the population. Sure everyone came back, but things still didn't feel okay. Megan could distinctly remember Ned yelling out that everyone was gonna die so Peter could escape the bus without being seen. She didn't get to say any last words to him and she sure as hell didn't know that he would be gone.

Megan was among of the many who didn't survive the snap, including the rest of her friends and classmates. It was absolutely traumatizing. Even though they were gone for five years, they were still sixteen year olds. Nothing had physically changed about them, but they had changed emotionally and mentally.

"Megan? What's going on?"

"You're gonna be okay. Don't worry- MJ!"

"No. Stay with me. Please."

"I- I love you."

"Don't leave me-"

"MJ!" Megan yelled out as she woke up in a cold sweat.

"Megan!" Her mom came bursting through Megan's room worried something was extremely wrong. "Are you- Oh."

"I'm fine, mom." She sighed. "I'm not gonna disappear or whatever."

"Did you have another nightmare?" Megan's mom asked, still concerned.

She nodded and took multiple deep breaths. This was a common thing for Megan now. She couldn't get through the night without the same nightmare that keeps on feeling more real every time it happened.

Megan felt that her life was completely taken away from her then thrown around in more ways than one. She had lost five years of her life and come back to nothing but hell. All she had been longing since her return was something worth living for, and lately she had ran out of those.

"Try to get some sleep, please? It's your first day back tomorrow." It also meant that Megan would hopefully see MJ again. She wasn't able to get in contact with her, and a part of her was worried that she would never see her best friend ever again.

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Diary Entry #1

Hey. It's been five years since I got to write in you. Sorry I took so long. I was... out of reach.

It's been a week since fifty percent of the population came back to life, and I was one of those people.

If I'm being honest it didn't even feel like five years. It felt like five hours. But in what felt like hours I was so alone. I had nobody around me. MJ wasn't even there. It was just me and oblivion.

The last time I saw MJ she was literally turning to dust before I did as well. Thinking about it just makes me wants to cry. My nightmares have been that very vivid memory and I just wish they would stop. I just want her back.

I go back to school tomorrow, and I'm so scared. I always give off the vibe that I can handle anything and that I'm badass, but on the inside I'm nowhere near that. I have many fears. Lately I'm scared about anything. Yesterday I got scared when my mom knocked over an empty cup.