You'd be proud

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
When you lose somebody, and it's because of alcohol or drugs, maybe it was your decision or not, you go through changes. Whether you notice or not.

Submitted: February 04, 2011

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I don’t want to see you on the pavement struggling to get free of deaths cold hard grip. Your teeth, no longer are they shining white against the pale moon light, but gleaming crimson. Because you’re bleeding from the inside out. But you didn’t drink, not a single sip, this isn’t right. Now you’re just another statistic. Having research done to you as if they were trying to keep you alive. When really they were the ones to tell us that you didn’t have it in you to put up a fight. But they don’t know you.. Those stats that they’re comparing you to aren’t like you. Not one of them are my best friend. My partner in crime, keeping each other stable. So who’s telling who now? One time she saved a life, the person standing right in front of you. What goes around comes around. And that’s a fact. Now take into consideration, that you see this everyday, you refer to it as routine. You even know what to say. I’d believe you if you’d cry with me. But I’m not breaking down yet. Unlike the light in the waiting room flickering, my faith kept solid, and this new found pain. You know the saying “It was too good to be true.”, well this time it was horrifying. Never have I felt this pain. I see the scenes change, as I sit there, now I’m right beside her. Yet I never moved. I see what she’s seeing. She felt pain. It’s been put to the side for the time being to rest. Here’s motivation, knowing that in the end you’re rewarded. And the good aren’t forgotten in the midst of worrying/punishing those who only know and do wrong. The people that only harm others.

 Now it’s been years since that’s past. Every time I close my eyes I see the overpass pavement. I still see that smile because of what happened that day.. He told you what everybody already knew. There is no need to say it. You left but stayed. In-fact we even talked today/yesterday. Yeah.. Your story went on Billboards. It did not go away, oh how I wish it would’ve gone overlooked, no attention drawn to it, even unknown. It’s cruel and emotionally insensitive. That it does more harm then good? For me that is. And that’s the thing. I didn’t even drink, yet I’m intoxicated. Right now I’m in college, and my roommate, oh how she and many others embrace ignorance by it’s full meaning. How they’re invincible. They and may others can’t die. They’re just living life. The laws of nature don’t apply here, they’re overlooked. I attend every party. I have a reputation. I’m looked at in a different light, I am talked about. Remember gossip? It still thrives here, it’s like high-school. Just you live in it. You know how were supposed to go through this together? Well we are. I’ve got that picture. You know the one. It was you remembering me. When you were able to. My heart seams were cut straight through, one by one. Do you know the thread count? Well I talked to you this morning. Never did I find another best friend like you. You know he understands right? Don’t blame yourself about this one today, or fall into this dwelling session along beside me. The only thing really fucked up was that the driver never apologized.

I couldn’t bare to see another one on the pavement silently screaming but your heart has an audible beating. It’s reciting your mouthed words.
 


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