An Occasional Someone -5-

So, the days went on. I saw That-One-Guy every morning for about an hour, and for a couple of hours on Sundays when I went to church. I was content. I drug my way through school with only my Personality-Twin to talk to. And she wasn't there a lot. But I lived, I was dteremined to make it through. And, for the most part, I did. And then the two weeks were up.

He came back to school.

But he wasn't there for long. He got in trouble again. The routine went back to me being mostly alone. And then it got worse.

He told me he was leaving. In three days.

I didn't cry, not until I got home and everyone else was asleep. And that's when I let the pain hit. And I sat on the floor letting it rage inside. Oh my god, it hurt like nothing had ever hurt me before. But I kept my promise, and I didn't cut. Even though I'd wanted to. I didn't let him see how much it hurt. I didn't let anyone see. Not even my Personality-Twin knew how much I hurt. The three days passed.

And then he was gone.

He let me keep his sweater, but I never wear it. It sits up on my closet shelf collecting dust. I can't stand to think about him, or see his picture. His memory is enough to bring up the pain. But I'm working on it. I'm getting over him slowly, very slowly. And I listen to a lot of music these days, to prevent thought. It works, sometimes. I've talked to him twcie since he's left, but I don't mind. It still hurts. But I'm getting over it, just like I always do.