Lost boy

Forever A Lost Boy At Last

Peter ran into the hospital and up to the front desk. "I'm here for Thalia Bell." He stated. The receptionist's face fell. "Sir, I'm sorry to tell you this but she died." Peter shook his head as tears brimmed his eyes. "No. No. She didn't. She's alive and you're lying and that's not okay." The receptionist sighed. "Let me get the doctor for you." The receptionist walked away as tears ran down Peter's cheeks

A month later

Peter walked through the graveyard towards the grave with nothing but a marker in the ground. Thalia's head stone was still being made in the shop. Peter froze when he saw an older man with grey hair standing in front of the grave with his head turned downward.

"Who are you?" Peter asked. The man looked up. He was holding a cat. "I'm- I was Thalia's neighbor. She was a strong girl. A smart one too. She had a full ride to Harvard, it's a shame what happened," Peter looked down at the grave. The dirt was still fresh and grass hadn't grown over it.

"Are you her boyfriend?" Peter shook his head. "No. Her friend. She was my best friend." Mr. Michael nodded. "It's a shame none of us could help her but then again how could we have known anything was wrong. She truly was the happiest girl." Peter furrowed his brows. "I'm sorry what?" Mr. Michael looked up. "Do you not know?" Peter shook his head. "No." Mr. Michael sighed. "She was abused. Her father was what caused the trauma. He hit her with a bat, they think. That's not even the worse part. In the corners report they found signs of sexual abuse. Her fathers going away for a long time." Peter looked down at the grave. "I had no idea." Mr. Michael scoffed. "None of us did. How could we? Well don't stay too long. It's getting late. Have a nice night, Peter." Peter nodded. "You too, Sir."

Peter remembered he hadn't told the man his name and he turned to confront him but he was already gone. Peter turned back to the grave. "Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered. A memory played in Peter's head and his shoulders fell. Tears fell down his cheeks. "You tried to," He whispered. "But I wouldn't listen." Peter recalled the day that he proposed to Willow. The day he had turned Thalia away. If only he had listen, maybe she would have gotten help sooner. Maybe she would still be alive and it was all Peter's fault. 

Peter fell onto his knees in front of the grave. "I'm sorry, T. I'm so sorry," He whispered. Peter's tears landed into the dirt. He looked up at the bare marker that said nothing but her name. Peter squeezed his eyes shut. "I love you, T." He whispered but no matter what he said. He couldn't bring back his best friend. She was gone. "Why couldn't you have gone to Harvard? Why did you have to miss that one art class?" He whispered.

Peter felt a breeze blow by. One last tear fell onto the patch of dirt. "I love you. I'm sorry it took me this long to say it." He whispered and with that, Peter stood up. He laid the flowers on the grave and walked back to his car.

Making sure Peter would smile again had killed Thalia and because she gave him everything, she lost the most valuable thing she had left. The one thing she couldn't give him she had, her life.