Know
How Could You?
Drugs. That's what caused everything that ended her life, my life. Drugs.
She was found in her bedroom, laying on the floor, blood pooled around the edges of her nose. Alison was taken from me all too soon, but it was her own stupidity that caused it. How could she have taken so much, shouldn't she have known better?
The pictures of us around my room seemed to be nothing more than images from someone else's life. The face that should have belonged to me in those pictures looked as if it should have been that of someone else. It wasn't the face I saw in the mirror every day when I finally dragged myself from deep slumber. After she died, I left. I ran away from everyone who I thought I once loved and tried to start new. If I pretended she'd never existed, eventually I'd be alright, right?
Wrong.
She was found in her bedroom, laying on the floor, blood pooled around the edges of her nose. Alison was taken from me all too soon, but it was her own stupidity that caused it. How could she have taken so much, shouldn't she have known better?
The pictures of us around my room seemed to be nothing more than images from someone else's life. The face that should have belonged to me in those pictures looked as if it should have been that of someone else. It wasn't the face I saw in the mirror every day when I finally dragged myself from deep slumber. After she died, I left. I ran away from everyone who I thought I once loved and tried to start new. If I pretended she'd never existed, eventually I'd be alright, right?
Wrong.