Gat, my Gat,
You are dead.
Dead as a doornail.
Six feet under.
A cold body.
Well, maybe not a body.
Possibly not cold either.
You are dead.
My mother told me that saying these things to myself will finish up the cycle of recovery, it will help me accept that you, Johnny, and Mirren are all dead because of me.
I learned that recovery is truly a cycle, because you start at the top of the circle, you go around and around and never stop. The cycle is infinite and there is no jumping off.
I survived a year of school, headaches, and actually, a rare dose of happiness every once in a while. I smiled when the world around me was gray and storm clouds hovered over me.
My mother bought me many items like books, music, even a sleek new phone, but why have a phone when there's nobody to call? I felt like giving them all away once more.
Summer Eighteen is here, and I am back to Beechwood Island. Sunny, wretched Beechwood Island.
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Dead, Not Gone (A "We Were Liars" Fanfiction)
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