A Love to Die For

I’m embarrassed to admit that I haven’t stopped crying all weekend. Luckily, I had this weekend booked off work, thinking that I would probably be having fun with my friends. Instead, I have spent all weekend locked in my bedroom, unable to bear even the thought of being around people right now. The only person to have noticed my misery, is Bobby, but I don’t like him seeing me upset. I did the best I could to put a smile on my face for him. My heart aches, and I hate that Jacob and Bianca have done this to me. Everything is ruined now; nothing will ever be the same again. They have both been calling and texting me all weekend, but I ignored them, unwilling to listen to their pathetic ‘I was drunk’ excuses. When I woke up this morning, I decided that the beginning of this week would mark a new beginni

I wake up to the sound of beeping. The noise is terribly loud and annoying to my ears, making my already sore head ache even more. My eyes feel heavy and I struggle to lift my lids. I blink rapidly from the blinding lights that are directly above me. My whole body aches and I groan in protest. I’m confused as to why I am in a hospital, but then it all comes rushing back to me. The flash of brown fur, the car spinning, the streetlights zooming past my window, and worst of all, Bobby’s terrified screams. Bobby! Ignoring the pain that is pulsing through my body, I sit up and look around frantically. I was hoping Bobby would be here with me, but I am in a room alone. I begin to panic and the beeping of the machine next to my bed becomes more frantic. The door swings open and my hopes are destroyed when I see that it’s not Bobby coming to see me, not even my parents. It’s a nurse who seems too c

It’s finally the day that I get to go home, not that I am particularly looking forward to it. My parents didn’t arrive until after dinner, and I can’t help but think that maybe they weren’t looking forward to me coming home either. Bobby’s funeral is tomorrow. A knot forms in my stomach every time that I think about it. A large part of me doesn’t want to go; I cannot stand the thought of everyone that loved Bobby looking at me with disgust. Maybe that’s what I deserve though, it was my fault after all. I pack the small number of items that were brought in for me in a bag. I look around the room and sigh. This room feels like it has become my home over these last few days. I went through a rollercoaster of emotions here, I made a friend in Maria, but most of all, I felt safe. Safe from the