My Diary About My Lover (An Andrew J West Lovestory)

Part 32; A Miserable Day

As I walked into my apartment, I sat on my couch and thought about everything that had happened. He's dead. He's gone. I couldn't wrap it around my brain that he was really gone. Gone. Why.

It hadn't hit me yet. I was expecting him to knock on the door and come waltzing in to kiss me. Oh, I so wish he would. But there's no way to bring back the dead. That's crazy. People die for a reason. It's human nature.

I laid my head back, and decided to order a pizza and watch some television. I put on Netflix, and was about to watch a movie until my cell phone started ringing. 

The screen read; Unknown Number 

I ignored it and changed into my pajama's. When I walked into my bedroom, my house phone rang. It was the unknown caller. This was getting annoying, but I ignored it.

I sat down on my couch, and the phone rang again. I was getting pissed off, so I just answered. 

"What!? Who is this and what do you want?" I yelled into the phone.

" I'm coming for you." 

"Who is this?" 

"You know who it is." 

"No, I don't. Tell me who you are, now!" I yelled again.

"I'm coming for you." 

There was a knock at me door. It startled me. The line on the phone went dead. Was it him? Was it the person who was calling me? I looked through the peep hole, but it was only the pizza delivery man.

I sighed in relief and opened the door. 

"7.99 please." The delivery man said.

"Here's 10, keep the change."

"Thank you." He said and I closed the door.

I ate my pizza and watched television. My cell phone rang while I was waching 'Criminal Minds'.

It was Mrs.West. 

"Hello, Mrs.West, how are you?" 

"Hello, deary, and I'm doing good, how about you?"

"I'm doing, well." I replied.

"So, the reason I called was to remind you that they want you to speak at the funeral tomorrow. I'm going to speak, thatn you are. It starts at 11."

"Okay, thank you, I'll be there at 10:30, do you need a ride?"

"No, deary, thank you though. I will see you tomorrow."

"Okay, goodbye."

"Goodbye." She said and she hung up.

I almost forgot I had to speak tomorrow.  I grabbed my journal and a pen and sat back down. I noticed that it was my journal that I had written about Andrew. I flipped through the pages and looked at the past journal entries. I flipped right to the one about the game. 

It said;

 Dear Diary,

So yesterday was amazing. We went to the football game and we won. We went to a Chinese restaurant and had dinner. Than we went to our place and got the usual. Afterwards, we went back to my place and watched another movie. He had pulled out a necklace from his pocket and asked to be my boyfriend. Of course I said yes so now we are official. We both went to work together and we are hanging out later.

Until later,

- Lauren

 

It made me sad, reading all of these old journal entries. That was back in November. Oh, how I miss those days. I was getting mad and really sad and I had all of these mixed emotions, I didn't know what to do.

I picked up my journal and threw it across the room. I ripped out some pages and started screaming.

"Why me!? Why?" I yelled.

The yelling soon turned into crying. I was very upset, and going to his funeral tomorrow wasn't making it any better. I took deep breaths and laid down on my couch. I couldn't do this. I couldn't speak at his funeral. But I had to. He was practically asking me, in some weird paranormal way.

"I can do this." I said to myself.

I picked up my journal again. I had grabbed one of the pages I ripped out. It was the one about our laser tag date. That night was very fun. Especially for a Monday night. 

I grabbed a pen and started writing. 

Andrew's Funeral Speech

Andrew was a great man. He loved, and was loved by many people. His life ended way too soon, and that's not fair to him, or to any of us. I'm Andrew's girlfriend, Lauren, and I was with him when he died. As many of you know, he was in New York for buisiness until June 2015, and he would've been coming home in two weeks.  I had spent the last minutes of his life with him. His roomate, was a killer. He was holding us hostage, and his ex-girlfriend. He locked me in a bedroom with his ex, and him and Andrew fought in the living room. I heard gun fire, and that's when authorities came. They were too late to save him, but the doctor told me something. He said that there was a letter, written to all of us, if the worst would happen.  He said to everyone he loves; that you were all the best thing in his life, and he loved you all very much. Andrew was a good man, and he did not deserve to be killed. Nobody does. Each and every one of you was important to him in your own special way. We are gathered here today, to moarn with one another over his death. May you rest in peace, Andrew Stevens West.

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I was crying by the time I was done with the letter. I went into my room and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a big day for everyone. Especially me.

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A/N

I hope you all are enjoying the story. Sorry this one was so short!