Chapter 17

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~Connor's POV~:
"V-Va-Vanessa?" I asked. I was shaking just at the thought that she was calling me...she died from cancer. She's dead. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Connor? Are you okay?" She replied. I broke down. I fell to the ground and cried. This isn't real. It can't be. "Connor what's wrong?"

"You're dead...you're supposed to be dead!!! No...no...no..." I curled up into a ball on the floor. My throat throbbed as I continued to cry.

"Connor...you need to calm down. Take deep breaths. You know what happens when you get overly upset...I don't want you to have to go to therapy again....Connor-" I cut her off. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Vanessa no!!! You're dead! You died from cancer 10 months ago!!! This isn't real!!! It can't be!!! Just get away from me you liar! You faked your own death didn't you?!?! You make me sick!!!" Before she could say another word I hung up and chucked my phone at the wall. It broke into a million pieces, not exactly a million but close enough.

Why would someone fake their own death and use cancer as an excuse? Because of her death I was in therapy for 4 months. Sasha helped too...The doctors prescribed me with Post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). How could she do this to me? Pretend she died? She put me through hell after she died which wasn't her fault but now it is. She lied to me. She's alive and fine but I'm torn apart. She ruined me. This isn't real. It can't be.
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~Sasha's POV~:
I was just on the phone with Connor. I wanted to apologize about how I've been treating Bethany and for slapping him. I wanted to apologize for being such a bitch. But once I had answered he called me Vanessa, his ex girlfriend who had died from cancer. I knew something was wrong. He probably slipped again, his disorder getting the best of him. He thought I was Vanessa which means he now thinks Vanessa is alive. I have to get to him before he does anything stupid. Before he nearly kills himself or does anything bad to anyone and anything. He sounded upset. He sounded like he was losing his self control. And I know that once he does he's a different person. He might need therapy again after this...

I pull up outside of his house, not worried about being late for school, just worried about him. I ran inside his house without knocking. He was on the floor in a ball in the kitchen. He was bawling with his hands covering his ears. He was yelling, "This isn't real! It can't be!" Over and over again. I wondered where his family was...

I knelt down next to him and wrapped my arms around him. He kept crying but his yelling became more of a whisper. I squeezed him tighter to try and comfort him. "Sasha? No...Vanessa? No Sasha?" He looked at me with a confused expression. He looked terrible. His eyes were red and tears slid down his cheeks.

"It's Sasha. Vanessa isn't here. She's dead. She died 10 months ago. She never called you today. I did. Vanessa is gone and it's okay. She's in a great place now. She isn't suffering. It'll be okay Connor. It's okay...

I just sat and comforted him for a while until his mom came home from the grocery store. Why would she go in the morning before Connor even left for school? She saw his condition and immediately went to his side. I left to go to school, it was already halfway through the school day. My mom called in advance after I told her about what happened to Connor so nobody questioned my late arrival.

I went through the rest of the day worried about Connor. He might have broken my heart but when he gets to be like he just was it's bad...I don't want him to fall back into the depression he was in after Vanessa's death. He was doing so well but now he's falling apart all over again.
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A/N: Hey guys so PTSD is an actual disorder that affects real people in the world and the last thing I want to do is offend or hurt someone who has, has had, or knows someone who has had or has PTSD. I've done a little research on the actual disorder but I'm not an expert on it.

A website I used was:
http://psychcentral.com/disorders/ptsd/

I know you can't copy paste the link but you could manually type it in if you want to learn a little about it. Again I hope not to offend or hurt anyone.

I love you all and I hope you all know that if you ever have something you want to talk about I'm here for you. I love you.

~Anna <3

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