I'm new to this so enjoy! Also, be brutally honest on your opinions of my story. It was 2:18AM. I had been up at that exact time every day since the accident. The more I woke up, the harder I cried for him. 2:18AM was our moment. Our time. It was the exact time of when we first met at Bridgette VanPala's party. It had also been the exact time of when we lost our virginity together. Andrew was my all. My everything. But he. Was. Gone. And I was the one to blame. Everyday, I would shut out anything that anyone said to me. I didn't eat. I couldn't sleep right. I did nothing. But, I didn't care. My life didn't mean anything without him next to me. Aurora, Makayla, and Klaudia had tried to comfort me, but they stopped trying weeks ago. They still checked in every once in a while, but they stopped doing that too. Most of the time I was bitter and angry- mostly at myself and life- but I put it out on people around me. I didn't like doing it, but I did it anyways. The only time I wasn't angry and bitter was at parties. I would drink, smoke anything and everything, and go wh*ring. I had almost done everyone there was to do at my school. Nowadays, I was called either Tiana the b*tch or Tiana the wh*re. That was my life... Until I heard Andrew again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you want more post on here and I'll see what I can do.
It was the 49th day since the accident. It was after I went to another one of Bridgette's parties. That night was one of the rare nights my parents were actually home and they knew I partied a lot, but trusted me. I tried to run upstairs, but I was too drunk to run. It was more of a slow wobbly dance that happened to go upwards. After I finally got to my room I tried to change, but I could barely stand still so I just went to sleep in my underwear. As soon as I hit my bed, I passed out. This dream was different than the others. It wasn't about terror, self distruction, or disgust. There was nothing except the color of white surrounding me. Suddenly, Andrew appeared with beautiful things on his back. At first, I couldn't make them out, but my blurry vision cleared up. They. Were. Wings. Nobody had to tell me he was an angel or that we were somewhere like heaven. I felt myself crying unstoppably. Then, I felt a body next to mine. Immediately, I woke up and found a man's body next to mine. Unusually, it was comforting, warm, and familiar. His soft hand muffled my scream and nobody heard anything. I looked at the time, it was 2:18AM. I made out what he looked like. It. Was. Andrew. "It's me." His comforting voice said.
Seven Weeks Ago =~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= "Hey babe!" I called. "Hey beautiful." Andrew said smoothly. I ran from my front door to Andrew's car. "Hey Tee!" Klaudia and Aurora greeted. I scanned the car to see if Makayla was there, but she was nowhere be found. "Makayla's out sick today. Actually she's going to be out for a while. She shouldn't have hooked up with so many people. Now she has mano!" Klaudia explained as if she was reading my mind. After we talked for a few minutes, we left my house to go to school. The night before we had went to a crazy party at someone's house. I didn't know who threw it, but everyone who was anyone was there. So everyone-including me- had a killer hangover. "Hey guys?" I waited for them to answer. "Yeah, babe, what is it?" The love of my life replied. "I wanna skip today what about you guys?" I asked, smiling. They all thought it was a great idea and by now, we were experts at calling in saying our "daughters and sons" were sick. Time went by almost too fast and I bought we all splurged our money on clothes and the useless stuff you want anyways. Sadly, it was time to go so we went out to the parking lot, but as I was walking to Andy's car, I heard another car speeding up behind me. I turned around and I was shocked to see a car coming straight at me. I could tell that the car wasn't planning on stopping. My body was numb and I couldn't move. My life flashed before my eyes, but I didn't feel a thing. I had my eyes closed the whole time, so when I opened them, I couldn't believe what I saw. Andrew's was laying on the asphalt in a puddle of his own blood. And the worst part of it was that it should've been me.
The Time Between the Accident and Now =~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~=~= Even if everyone-including the nurses, Klaudia, Aurora, and etc.-told me that my Andy was dead, I didn't believe them. I couldnt. I wouldn't. I refused to. Andy DOESN'T LIE. And he told me that he would never leave me and we would be together forever. Forever... Forever... FOREVER. If he died, there would be no forever for us. Therefore, I he never died and he never got hit by that car. Even if he did. For the next week I acted like everything was fine. I did go to his funeral. And at the funeral I talked to his parents like Andrew was still alive, because he was. Somewhere. Anywhere. Because if he wasn't alive, then he lied. And again, Andy DOES NOT LIE. The investigators asked me all these silly questions like,"Did you see who was in the car?" and "What kind of car was it?" My answers were a variation between,"What car?", "What are you talking about?", and "Andrew isn't dead! You guys are crazy!" I guess I gave them a really hard time because after the first set of questions, they let me out while the others were in there for hours and hours. Because of my denial, nobody would talk to me. Even my family and friends. Slowly, but surely, my denial turned in to anger. At first the anger exploded on everyone I would see, especially if they brought up the accident or even his name. When they did, they all regreted it because as soon as I heard them saying it, I would scream at the top of my lungs saying," SHUT UP! F*CK YOU! DON'T YOU DARE SAY IT!" The way I screamed must have been terrifying, maybe even deafening because the person I was talking to would stare at me, terrified and fully of pity. Soon, the anger turned towards myself. I should have been dead, not Andrew. My beautiful, amazing boyfriend should not have died for me. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. ME. ME. ME. Not him. Out of all the people I knew-the moment he jumped in and saved my life-Andy was the stupidest. He was an idiot. And I made him that way. Hating myself began to make me question the reason I was still living, which resulted in suicide attempts. I tried to hang myself, but the rope cut. I tried to cut my veins and lose blood and die that way, but I got to the hospital in time because of my stupid house maid. Suicide just didn't work. I don't know why, but I felt like there was something protecting me, guarding me, blocking me from harm. But it was probably just me still going crazy. After all those phases, I gave up on everything: life, school, love, family, friends, happiness, and sanity. My life was an empty pit. Dry and withered. ========================= Smoking, drinking and having sex was all that happened everyday because it helped me get away from things. This started when my friends forced me to go to a party and brought me even though I refused. I drank and smoked and that made me feel like my life was great, so that was my void. And at that party Sam Burns that hottest and sexiest douche in my school told me he'd make me feel better. I followed him into one of the house's rooms and he basically ripped all my clothes off. He didn't hesitate to take his off too. When he went inside me, it felt good. It kept my mind off of Andrew and that's exactly what I needed. *************************************** That's everything I did until now. And right now, I was face to face with my deceased boyfriend. And he was alive. Dead? Alive? Dead? Ermmm... Well he was there.
Sorry the last one was kinda boring. I'm trying to explain things, but I don't know how to do that excitingly...