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A student struggles to deal with the loss of a loved one. Will he be able to move on?

Submitted: May 24, 2016

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Submitted: May 24, 2016



Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. She was beautiful. She was different and complex in every way possible. Her hair flowed against her shoulders as she continued to dance. We continued to dance, together. There was a freeness we both felt in this moment; our minds were numb, from stress, worries, and complications. Her radio played 'You only live once' by the strokes over and over again, but we did little to notice. At one point, I looked straight into her beautiful green glowing eyes, and mouthed the words 'I love you'. She just smiled and jumped all around me like a little woodland fairy in a forest. After some time, we both grew tired so we decided to go outside and watch the stars in the sky. I held her soft hand as we made it through her small, quaint house. When we made it outside we found a grassy area that was perfect for stargazing. We both sat down, not saying a word. We were afraid of ruining the perfect moment, the moment that you know everything’s going to be okay. But nothing was okay. Not after what happened to Sky. The girl I loved with all my heart, my best friend. The memory was fading, drifting away like the tides before a tsunami. Then I snapped out of it. I frantically looked all around the classroom with fellow classmates staring at me like I was some lunatic. I could not find the reason to why every eye was pointed straight at me. Then I noticed the wetness on my face. I was crying. I got up, wiped my glossy face and grabbed my books, leaving the erratic place.

I ran down the hallway as fast as I could to get out, but as soon as I reached for the doors to leave, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Mr. Charles, My counselor. Each bone in my body began to tremble; I didn't want to talk about my feelings. After what happened to Sky it seems as if each day keeps getting melded into a blur of depressing thoughts and happy memories become drowned with sorrow.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Charles asked

"....Nowhere." I replied.

"Well you're not skipping class I hope. Well why don't you come into my office, we'll have a little chat okay?"

"Okay" I said as I wiped my face one more time, following him into his office.

His office consisted of the normal. There were many pictures of his family and memoires of his seemingly perfect life all over his desk and wall. I liked Mr. Charles. I’m just never able to muster up the courage to open up about Sky, how could I possibly talk about her if I cry every time I even think about her?

"Tyler, is this about Sky again?" He said.

I replied, "In all honestly Mr. Charles I really don't want to talk about her right now. I can't handle any of this, I didn't ask for this. I don't want to talk to a counselor about my girlfriend who didn't deserve to die. I should have died. Not her."

"I understand how you feel Tyler, I really do. I'm here to help you get over that. I'm here to heal you. You're right, Sky didn't deserve to die. But she did and you are alive, she would want you to move on and be happy." Mr. Charles said.

My mind was racing; tears were just slipping down my face. Thinking about her just made it worse. She was always happy and positive, whenever I had a down day, her pretty face just managed to always cheer me up. I still remember the day she died so clearly in my head. I got a call from the hospital saying that she got in a terrible accident with her parents. They made it out alive, but sadly she didn't manage to be so lucky. I was so confused and upset; I had no idea what to do with myself. I had no words, no movement to describe what I felt. I felt torn. So I ran. I burst out of the doors on my house, running to the stargazing spot we once used to be, tears started falling down my face.

I snapped back into reality once more.

"I don't think I can do this Mr. Charles. I keep having all of these flashbacks, and memories. Of her”, I mumbled.

"Well that’s a part of it Tyler and that’s something you may have to deal with for the rest of your life. But it is possible to overcome it; I want you to come back to my office tomorrow morning okay?" He suggested.

"Alright, Thanks." I said as I grabbed my stuff and left his office.

It's been 4 months since she died, seems like forever. Honestly I don't know if I can continue on. I want to be with her, I want to hear her fragile voice that could break with a simple dog barking. I want to hold her in my arms and smell her flowery scent.

"UGH SHUT. UP." I screamed to myself in my room.

I'm going crazy, I thought as I put my earphones in. I picked the song "Demons" by Imagine Dragons. I thought about the song and how closely it related to my own life. I keep having these memories and of Sky dying. I need to be with her. My chest beats harder and harder as I think of something so dark. I sit on my blue bed sheets, scared of what my mind is scattering about. I need to rid this, as I walk to my bathroom I wipe my face for the last time today. Looking into the mirror at my blue eyes and my dark short brown hair, I splash my face with water.

And then it hits me. That one last memory I need. That I forgot about.

Being next to Sky was warm, and true. I felt complete. She did too, I could feel it. We made a fort we could share our thoughts in. Recreationally, we did this every month we had together, for 14 months. She looked at me with her bright eyes and said,

"If I ever leave you, would you follow me?"

I thought about it and replied, "Of course. Anywhere you go Sky; I will run after you, Forever."

"I hope that never happens." She said.

"Me neither." I agreed.

I shook my head and wiped the water off. I knew I couldn't move on. I had to follow her; she needed me there with her. So I ran. To the nearest bridge I could find, which wasn't too far away from my old house. My new house is with Sky. I step on the railings as I think of what I am doing. I gaze at the long way down, the water rushing against the rocks over, and over. I turn myself around, hold my arms out. Closing my eyes,

I fall.


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