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Gone
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She's lost too many people in her life to feel loved anymore.
Her father was killed when she was six years old. He was in the army, meant to come home for Christmas. He never did.
Her grandfather had a heart attack when she was 8. He died on July 3rd later that year from problems caused by said heart attack-just one day before her 9th birthday.
Skip to age 13. Her best friend had skin cancer. She died on January 20th, just six days before her fave holiday-Australia Day. Instead of Australia Day being spent getting 'high' off lemonade at a family BBQ, she spent the day at a funeral parlor, and a cemetery.
Fast forward a month. Her friend's sister, who happened to be a good friend of her's as well, nearly drowned herself as a means of suicide. It doesn't matter that she didn't-she was hit by a car the next morning, and despite surviving that, she was in a coma for nearly two months, and they fell out soon after. They haven't spoken since.
Around the same time as the fall out, a call came from her friend Nydia, asking to meet her at the hospital. When she got there, the first thing she saw was a dead body. She knew it was a body, and the person wasn't just sleeping-there was a sheet covering the person's face. It was later found it was Nydia's cousin, and another of her close friends.There were massive cuts and scars over her arms-she'd committed suicide.
Things went, well, as good as they could get after that, until September. Then her boyfriend at the time was hit by a car, much like her former friend. The only difference? She survived. He didn't.
December 21st. The world was supposed to end, and while it didn't, someone's world ended-her grandmother's. She had been in hospital for a few weeks. She guesses, maybe the end of the world was a sign that her grandmother would go.
One day in January, she reminisced about all the people gone from her life. She thought, maybe it would bring her closure. And for a few moments, it did. Then she got news. Her best online had hung herself. And then, all the deaths in her life came crashing back down.
She reminisces about this for a few moments while the pills she just swallowed set in. As she fades, her final words are said.
"I'm coming, Daddy. I'm coming, Grandpa Ray. I'm coming, Vanessa, Vayle, and Jayce. I'm coming, Grandma Anne. I'm coming, Cameron. And, most of all, I'm coming, God."
And just like that, she's gone.
If you can't tell, 'she' is me. I'm sorry, guys. I really am. But I can't live without love.
xxxxx Liz
Her father was killed when she was six years old. He was in the army, meant to come home for Christmas. He never did.
Her grandfather had a heart attack when she was 8. He died on July 3rd later that year from problems caused by said heart attack-just one day before her 9th birthday.
Skip to age 13. Her best friend had skin cancer. She died on January 20th, just six days before her fave holiday-Australia Day. Instead of Australia Day being spent getting 'high' off lemonade at a family BBQ, she spent the day at a funeral parlor, and a cemetery.
Fast forward a month. Her friend's sister, who happened to be a good friend of her's as well, nearly drowned herself as a means of suicide. It doesn't matter that she didn't-she was hit by a car the next morning, and despite surviving that, she was in a coma for nearly two months, and they fell out soon after. They haven't spoken since.
Around the same time as the fall out, a call came from her friend Nydia, asking to meet her at the hospital. When she got there, the first thing she saw was a dead body. She knew it was a body, and the person wasn't just sleeping-there was a sheet covering the person's face. It was later found it was Nydia's cousin, and another of her close friends.There were massive cuts and scars over her arms-she'd committed suicide.
Things went, well, as good as they could get after that, until September. Then her boyfriend at the time was hit by a car, much like her former friend. The only difference? She survived. He didn't.
December 21st. The world was supposed to end, and while it didn't, someone's world ended-her grandmother's. She had been in hospital for a few weeks. She guesses, maybe the end of the world was a sign that her grandmother would go.
One day in January, she reminisced about all the people gone from her life. She thought, maybe it would bring her closure. And for a few moments, it did. Then she got news. Her best online had hung herself. And then, all the deaths in her life came crashing back down.
She reminisces about this for a few moments while the pills she just swallowed set in. As she fades, her final words are said.
"I'm coming, Daddy. I'm coming, Grandpa Ray. I'm coming, Vanessa, Vayle, and Jayce. I'm coming, Grandma Anne. I'm coming, Cameron. And, most of all, I'm coming, God."
And just like that, she's gone.
If you can't tell, 'she' is me. I'm sorry, guys. I really am. But I can't live without love.
xxxxx Liz
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