[AlexGaskarth] I'm The Only One [Sequel | You're Not The Only One]

[ChapterSix]

“It was the worst thing since you, well, you know. Gosh, Daddy, I felt so stupid and so alone and so pathetic.

“Stupid and pathetic are practically the same thing so that just makes me even more stupid and pathetic right now.

“I don't know, anymore, Dad. Damn, I say that so often. But this time, this time I truly mean it. There’s nothing that I know anymore.

“When does it get better, Daddy? When does it stop hurting? When do I get over him and continue living my life like I don't care?

“Ryan thinks that it will all blow over as soon as I face the issue head on. I can’t do that, Dad, I was never able to do something like that.

“I couldn’t even speak in front of a class let alone the guy who shattered my heart into a billion tiny pieces and mangled them so badly that they can’t be put back together.

“Did I mention that Ryan took me to his concert last night, at the venue? Do you remember when everyone referred to it as The Venue because it was the only venue for miles?

“It was so horrid, Daddy. The girls were staring at me and talking about me. Alex saw me and didn’t even react, though it looked like he was tearing up.

“I just, I don't get it, Dad. What did I do wrong? There was never a fight about the band coming first because I knew that from the way beginning, and especially when they first got signed.

“Everything seemed fine, not perfect like it was but fine. I was able to deal with all the obstacles and hardships. I mean, our relationship wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad either.

“He made it seem like he was okay with them, too. He wasn’t calling as much as he promised but I never thought that he would cheat on me.

“And I let it go, because that’s what you do when you love someone. You look past their flaws and mistakes.

“What did I do wrong, Dad? He just started yelling about things. I can’t even remember all the things that he said.

“And here I am, talking to a headstone. No offense, Dad, but it’s just saying something about my lack of sanity.

“But I haven't been here in a while, and I should apologize for that. I’ve been so busy trying to busy myself, trying to not let it bother me, that I’ve been drowning myself in work.

“I wish you could see the new stuff. Well, not the newest stuff because most of it is melancholy. The stuff that’s being hung up at the art gallery next week is beautiful though.

“Do you remember me telling you about Mr. Marks? He wants me to come into his class for a day. For what, I'm not sure really. He said something about talking and helping him.

“Gosh, he’s the reason that I love art. I don't know where I would be without him as my art teacher. Remember when I hated art?