Her. ~g.d

~one year anniversary

(The story will be told from Grayson's p.o.v)

I walked through the crowded halls, trying not to make eye contact with all the people who were glaring at me. A normal person would have to squeeze themselves through the crowds of people, but not me. Everyone avoided any kind of contact with me, as if I'm some deathly decease. When I got to my locker there was a note on it, 'Kill yourself' it said. Very original. I ripped the paper off my locker and scrunched it up into a little ball. I could hear a few people giggle behind me, I wanted to tell them to fuck off, but that would only make everything worse. So I just grabbed my books and walked to class with my head hanging low. I was almost at English class but then I bumped into someone.

'Watch where you're going loser' Amy said. The rest of her "friends" started laughing.

I didn't respond and picked my books up. I wanted to walk away but then she put her hand on my shoulder.

'Grayson?' She asked.

'Yes?' I gulped.

She moved closer to my ear, my heart started beating faster.

'I know what day it is today... happy one year anniversary' she whispered.

Tears were blurring my vision while I ran to the bathroom. She knows how much Ethan meant to me, she knows that I miss him and she knows how much it hurts me that he's gone.

**

When I came home I dropped my bag on the ground and went upstairs to my bathroom. I locked the door and grabbed the package with razor blades from under the sink base, it was a package with seven, now there's only two left. I know it's bad, I know I shouldn't, but I-I just have to.

'Okay' I whimpered' then I placed the razor on the inside of my arm.

'Grayson?' My sister yelled.

'Yeah?'

'We're going to Ethan's grave'

'I'm coming, just wait a second' I threw the razor back in the sink base. I looked in the mirror for a few seconds, I looked like shit. I quickly splashed some cold water on my face, dried it off with a towel and went downstairs.

**

'Ethan, my little boy, we miss you so much. I wish that drunk driver never hit you, that he stopped for that red light. I wish you were still here and that this was all just a nightmare. But unfortunately, the worst things always happen to the best people. And I-I just want you to kno-' My mom tried to keep talking but then started she started sobbing.

My dad was trying to comfort her, he bit his bottom lip trying not to cry too. He wants to stay strong for us, but I know that he's hurting just as much as we are.

Cameron put some flowers on his grave. I put a picture of Nicki Minaj on there, I know he would've laughed at that. God we used to laugh so much, I used to laugh so much. But after Ethan died, everything just got messed up.