A MONTH PAST BY
You are in rehabilitation from the incident last month

"It's like I saw someone, very recognizable, especially from the back. It was a silhouette of someone, I walk closer and closer to them. But every time I took a step they'd be more far then are where I saw them. I felt angry because everytime I took a step they'd be a step further, it would just make me frustrated because everytime I make a step they never seen to glance back at me. It's like they don't care about me it, it's the reason why I started to drink, but everyday I'm fighting that feeling of wanting to drink. I been sober for a good year now. And it's all because of you guys." I look at Dylan's face, he was somewhere around my age 22 if I could remember. He's been sober for a year now. To be real he's one of the people I look up too so much including Lory, Lory was like someone you could always talk to whenever and she'll be there especially the fact that she's 28, she's a bit more experience, been sober for atleast a good 2 or 3 years now, that reminds me. I might need to get a supervisor, I heard Lory has a kid on the way and honestly. I don't want to be stressing a pregnant women, it's not good for the kid. I can't wait to see the lil boy, he's gonna be raised by someone committed. "Heyyyy (y/n)!!!" I look and it was Lory, she sat next to me as everyone was being excused. "Hey" I said smiling, "so how's everything going? You holding up on there?" She ask. I look at her "yea, yea, I been holding up. It's kinda hard sometimes y'know?" I said as I look at my hands. "Sweetie, Just always know it's not your fault. It was his action not yours. He chose to do it, thoughtless about how you would feel if he was actually gone." She said as she wraps one of her arms around my shoulder "Its not just only that but... it's just the fact that before he even died he was trying to tell me but I didn't listen. I could've prevented his death if I listen" I said while looking at my hands "(y/n), you know I once read a book, it talk about self love and beauty. No matter if you are a boy, or a girl, or even identify something that your comfortable with. You should never be guilty for the things you've done to get to where you are today." She said as she look at me. "What does that even have to do with me? I'm comfortable being who I am." I said as I raised my head to look at her. "(Y/n), I bring this up because you aren't comfortable with yourself. The constant guilt and the constant feeling of being less forgiving is something you aren't comfortable with. Your mind is fighting with you constantly. That's why your heart is never there because of that, that's why you don't care about yourself and more of what you hurt... things happen for a reason. He happened. He was a blessing but now he must be a lesson. Not a negative one but a positive one. To help understand yourself better as an independent person and even understand the surroundings of who you are. Know your worth." She said as she grab my hand tightly, it felt warm and I think for the first time. I haven't heard something like that... I look at her and cried. Ive been feeling guilt, never saw the best of me until now, and I promise I will never lay hand on liquor. I must love myself, and learn from the bad.

AFTER THE MEETING

I drove to the flower store, I bought roses, the typical cliche shit, but you know what? I love it.
I put the roses on the passenger seat and made my way to the cemetery where Patrick was buried. I parked my car and look at the sky, it was a very bright day, had a good breeze but blue sky. I smiled a bit and walk towards Patrick's grave. I felt a bit sad, unsettled and guilt, but I reminded myself that it wasn't only my fault and things happen for a reason. As I got closer to his cemetery I saw his photo, date of the year he was born to his death, and even his name. I had a lump in my throat, I felt like I was gonna cry because all I felt was sadness and guilt, it was hard. I cried while kneeling down and put the roses next to his grave. I thought about the times we spent together, I thought about how we'd always fix things after an argument.. until I heard someone walking up from behind, I didn't bother to turn around because I was crying. I felt a touch on my shoulder. "I'm sorry.." said in familiar female voice "I saw you pulled up and walk here. All I just wanted to say was sorry for everything." Said the familiar voice. I turned around and it was Isabella, I felt mad, I was so furious, I was so disgusted that I push her to the ground. "THE HELL!? YOU WANNA SAY SORRY!??" I said as I look at her scared face "I didn't mean to make thi- " "I DONT FUCKEN CARE YOU FUCKEN BITCH!! THROW ALMOST THIS WHOLE FUCKEN YEAR, I FELT AGONY, GUILTINESS AND SADNESS ALL BECAUSE OF YOUR HOMEWRECKING ASS!!" I yelled on the top of my lungs, "JUST FUCKEN GO! IF YOU THINK A SORRY CAN GET ME TO FORGIVE YOU! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, FOR EVERYTHING YOU PUT ME THROUGH THIS WHOLE YEAR! A SORRY WILL NEVER BRING THE DEAD BACK NOR WILL IT BRING THE OLD ME BACK!" I yelled as I got closer to her. I watch her get up quickly and run "GEEZ YOU PHYSCO BITCH I WAS JUST TRYING TO SAY SORRY FOR EVERYTHING!" I got even more mad and I look down at her keys she drop. I pick it up and ran after her. I catch up to her where she was trying to find her keys. I ran up on her and punch her in the face. She swung back but miss, but I manage to push her on the ground and fuck her up even more. I beated her ass to the point where you saw blood. I admittedly stop and back up, she was unconscious, I kneeled down and told her "you tell anybody about this and I promise you next time you won't be waking up YOU HEAR ME?!" She cried and said "yes"I then help her up and putted her in my car. I then drove to a pharmacy for painkillers and numbing cream. I than pulled up to my House and help her into my room. I laid Isabella on the bed, I then ran into my bathroom for a med kit pack for a needle and surgeon strings. I then walked back and patch Isabella up where I left her bruising and split open.

I can't fucken believe I'm doing this... it's fucken whatever, atleast I got to fuck her up.

FEW HOURS LATER

I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and it was Isabella, she looked at me and I looked at her. "Hey.." She said, "hey.." I replied back. "Look I know I fuck up a lot, especially me interfering with your relationship with Patrick. To clarify, Patrick knew he fuck up, he really did love you... and I'm sorry for making him do what he did." She said as she walked towards me to sit next to me. "Honestly, If you want my forgiveness, your gonna have to work for it." I said as I look at her bruised up face. "Yea I know.." she said as she look down at her hands "and I think that makes everything more better for me, knowing he loved me. It makes me feel guilty but a bit more relieved that his feelings weren't  fake, but real.. do you want anything to drink?" I said, "I'll just have water. Thanks too." Isabella said. I got up and walk towards the kitchen for water, to be considerate I grab an ice along the way back. I then walk back with two cups of water and sat it down on the living room table. " So tell me exactly everything that you've been through so I can make it up to you. I been feeling guilty myself lately too (y/n)" said Isabella, she look at me with a crooked smile

But I smiled back "Okay.."

THE ENDDDDD!!!!!!
I'm sorry if this was a short story and a short ending I just don't really think imma continue writing this story anymore or any longer. But anyways I have another book coming out. It is a (READERxRICHBRIAN) if anyone you know that loves read fanfic of rich Brian let em know I got em!!!! I'm Omw of writing it right now.

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