Nobody in her family knew what to do with her, she was lashing out at everyone who tried to help. Both physically and verbally. Anytime anyone entered her room, even if they knocked, they left moments later after being attacked with pillows, teddies and anything that she could find to throw at them, and a flea in their ear.

All she wanted to do all day and every day for the rest of her miserable and pointless life was lie on her bed by herself and think of Finn. She loved him more than he ever got to know and more than she had known until it was too late. "Psst." Her eyes snapped open in confusion as she looked around the room, searching for the source of the whisper.

"Psst. Over here, DeeDee." There was only one person who had ever called her that, and he wasn't there anymore, but there he stood infront of her a huge smile on his face. Finley, it was Finley and he was standing there, waving at her.

Deep down she knew that she was hallucinating and that he wasn't there, instead he was stone cold and dead inside a freezer in a morgue in the hospital. But she wanted to believe that he was there for a while, she went to grab his hand but instead her hand clutched at air, reminding her that he wasn't real and she was all alone.

A knock erupted through the otherwise silent room as her mom poked her head through the gap, waving away Finley. The tears poured once more as she lost him again, Cassidy knew that he was now a figment of her imagination, a way of coping but it still hurt every time he disappeared. "Hey hun, how are you feeling?" Her mom asked as she gently sat down on the edge of the teen's bed, balancing a tray of breakfast on her lap.

A scoff left Cass' mouth at the stupidity of her mothers question. "How do you think I'm fucking feeling?" She snapped before she even knew what she was doing. "I feel dead, he is gone! The only person who ever truly understood me is now stone cold in a fucking freezer." Sobs tore through her body, shaking her hands as her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

"I know, it was a stupid question, but sweetheart, we're all just worried about you. Abby said you slapped her, I understand that you are grieving and struggling but you cannot take it out physically on your friends and family." Her mom taking her hand, the teenager snatching it back as if the physical contact hurt her. "Mrs Matthews called, she wanted to see how you were holding up and ask if you wanted to speak at Finn's funeral. I said that I would talk to you but I thought it might be too much." She told her daughter, pretending not to notice that her daughter flinched when she touched her.

"I should be calling her and seeing how she is holding up. She lost her only son, the one thing she had left of her husband but instead she's checking up on me. Of course I want to speak." She screamed throwing the tray of good across the floor her mom leaving her to have her moment.

"I hate it, I hate how I fucking survived and they died, that day I had four peoples blood on my literal hands, Finn's, Maddison's, that boy and my own. I feel physically sick when I see myself. You have no idea what it is like to know that they died and you survived when it should have been the other way round."