One Sided.

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(Author's note: I prefer you read the trigger warning before reading this story, thank you)

It was rough for me, always, especially when I think of him, he's still in my dreams, no. My nightmares. I always see him, everywhere, at school, in the hallways, it's like he's still here. But he's not.

It's been a year, which means I should be over it now, right? That's what everyone tells me anyway, not like they ever gave a shit about him. The first day they found out, it was all "Omg Kacey I hope you're okay, I heard what happened to Ed". They never fucking care though did they, I still have no doubt they were part of it, part of the reason he killed himself.

I still cry, the photo of me and him is still on my bedside table, I always make sure I say goodnight to him and to get good rest. Now, doesn't that make me sound crazy? I wouldn't be surprised if that got spread around too, not like I have any friends anyway, they all left because I was 'Too Depressed'.

I do have a therapist, like that's any help. All therapists do is sit down and listen to all the sad shit you've kept bottled up inside yourself, then they write it down to go and gossip with all their therapist friends. They don't care either. The only people who actually helped me with my problems were my parents and my brother, Ed. However, neither of them are alive now. But it is what it is isn't it.

I live by myself, kind of weird for a 16-year-old but that's fine with me. I don't reslly care what other people say anymore.
Not like many people say much to me now anyway.

I walk through the halls with my head down, I say nothing to no-one, no-one says anything to me. So at least my feelings were mutual with everyone.

I never really felt like commiting suicide, until I did.