Dream People

The Truth (An Authors Note)

This story is not fiction, but a metaphoric telling of a real experience I suffered through. When I was twelve I met a girl online (the wall that could only be talked through) and we became instant friends, we would be each other’s stress relievers, the person who couldn’t judge. It was nice having her around, until the day she told me she had cancer. I was so broken up about it and I couldn’t believe myself—I mean, I had never met this girl! She lived half way across the world! Later her “sister” which I found out to be her pretending to be someone else, told me she had attempted suicide. It was just heart wrenching I don’t even know how to describe it, but not only that, but I couldn’t help her at all. She eventually came back and even though I had decided to just leave her be, I couldn’t help it I got sucked back into her life, and I couldn’t help it. She told me she was going in for emergency surgery because her astrocytoma’s were multiplying (later I found that astrocytoma’s don’t grow fast, and when they do grow they grow bigger they don’t multiply, and if they did get bigger they wouldn’t preform surgery.) Her “sister” informed us that she had had a stroke during surgery, and had revived right before they were about to pull the plug and let her die, I knew this sounded fishy but I couldn’t think of my Amily lying to me, it just didn’t compute. After not hearing from her or her “sister” for weeks, I began calling hospitals in her area trying desperately to find out what happened to her. Finally, I texted her and she replied saying I was stupid and an idiot for believing her. And I felt like it, and what did I do? I started lying to another person on the internet saying I was dying, eventually dropping out of his life like she had in mine ‘cause I needed the attention.  It sucks. It’s like this unbreakable chain of lies that circulates the world hurting everyone.

I loved her like a sister, and she really messed up my life, more than I care to share with all of you. But I know if she came back to me asking for forgiveness, I wouldn’t hesitate to let her back into my life. And I hate myself for it ‘cause it’s being at least a year since the incident and I can’t let go of her.

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Thanks everyone for your feedback, and for your reassurance that I'm not alone in this situation. I wrote this while I was still angry and emotional, and I still don't know if that was the right thing to do.  Just thought I should let you know that I've moved on since and even though I still think of her, I no longer want her in my life.