So this was originally a school project and I loved it so much that I wanted to put it on here! Hope you all like it! Enjoy.xx -Macey <3
A grunt escaped my lips as my knees slammed onto the volleyball court for what seemed like the thousandth time of the game. I knew that the bruises that were sure to cover my knee’s the next day would be worth it if the team won. The volleyball slammed off my arms and through the air and with a smack landed across the net and hit the other side of the court giving my team the point
“Get up Jonathen, save nap time for later!” Coach Runsford shouted from the side lines, his face getting redder by the passing minute. His harsh tone made me scramble to my feet even faster.
The opposing team, Richmond Prep, called a time out and I took the opportunity to scan the crowd for my parents. A familiar head of sandy blonde hair caught my eye. Tyler Ranson, he was three years older then me and the absolute best friend that a girl could ask for. He was funny, smart, sweet, caring and the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous just added on to it. Tyler had always been my rock and I was his, we depended on each other and that wasn’t a bad thing. But the one face that I didn’t expect to see is the teary eyes face of my brother that burst threw the gyms doors just as the game resumed.
The world seemed to stop and I knew in my gut that the news I was about to get was going to be bad. My brother never cried! The whole team took notice of Luca and turned to watch him approach coach Runsford and tell him something. From where I was at back middle I could only hear snippets of the conversastion.
“It’s mom..”
Those words were all that it took to shatter my world. The players closest to Runsford and Luca turned to look at me with sympathy and pity. My stomach clenched and turned as tears started to obscure my vision. I took off sprinting across the gym and out the doors into the cold October night air, just as I made it to the end of the parking lot my knees buckled and I collapsed into a sobbing heap not caring who saw. I heard people calling my name and pounding footsteps growing closer just as black started to ring my vision. The last thing that I saw before everything faded away was the beautiful but worried face of Tyler asking me if I was okay.
It turns out that complications had risen during her operation and she died on the table. The following weeks that passed were awful, Luca went off to live with Grandma Jonathen, and my dad went off the deep end. He barely ever got out of bed but when he did it was always to get drunk. I didn’t talk to any of my friends except Tyler, I didn’t care about school and I didn’t care about volleyball. Most of my days and nights were spent in a drunken haze, or when I was sober enough to feel anything, crying.
Tyler thought I was self-destructing and truth be known, I was. Tyler wasn’t happy with me about how I was handling my mother’s death. He had tried every and I mean every way in the world to get me to see the error of my ways and to stop but you can’t change a person that doesn’t want to change. Drinking was the only thing that kept the pain and the guilt away.
I honestly think that Tyler’s scared of seeing me wind up like him. When Tyler was 13 his dad committed suicide. Tyler had been the one to find him and he automatically began to blame himself. His father had been his best friend, they did everything together and when Tyler lost him, he lost his self as well. Tyler turned to drugs and alcohol to sooth his pain. He soon got hooked on pills and he fought a long hard battler with his addiction that almost killed him. He was in and out of rehab up until he was sixteen and here he is seven years later and he’s terrified of taking a Tylenol for the fear of getting hooked again. He was trying his hardest for that not to be me, but I wouldn’t listen.
One night he had driven me home and carried me into my room after getting completely shattered at some random guy’s party. He layed me down on the bed and turned to leave but I caught his wrist just in time that I stopped him. He turned towards me with a pale brown eyebrow rose.
“Stay with me, please.” I managed to say without slurring my words to bad.
He looked down at me with sad eyes for a minute before laying down beside me on the bed, I turned and snuggled into his side and he wrapped his arms securely around my waist placing a kiss on my forehead.
“Baby girl, you have got to stop doing this to yourself. It kills me seeing you like this and I don’t know why you won’t listen to me. I lo… care about you too much to see you end up the same way I did.” Tyler confessed to me looking me dead in the eyes.
Maybe it was the fact that I’d downed about a bottle of Patron before leaving but if I wasn’t mistaken he about said love. I frowned up at him as tears started to fill my eyes and before I could stop them they we’re pouring down my face. Tyler took one look at me and wrapped both of his arms around me rubbing my back and humming in my ear a song that he used to sing to me when we we’re kids and I’d get upset.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry Cammy. You’ve just got to understand that this isn’t the way to cope with things. You need to talk to somebody, anybody, you know I’m here for you, always.” He told me pulling back and looking me in my hazel eyes. I don’t know if it was the way the blues and greens of his eyes seemed to swirl in the dim light or if it was the alcohol that was buzzing through my system lending me some courage but for whatever reason it was I found myself leaning in towards him and before I knew what was going on I was kissing my best friend.
What shocked me the most if the fact that he was kissing me back, it started off slow and gentle and sweet but soon got stronger. Tyler broke away, kissed my forehead before rolling over and turning the bedside lamp off and telling me to sleep.
For a week I honestly put an honest effort into trying to get better, I stopped partying as much and studying more. It was all thanks to Tyler, after the night that we kissed we had went out on a date and he asked me to be his girlfriend, of course I said yes. He was my inspiration to get better. But like they say, all good things must come to an end. I went to one of my old teammates, Pamela, birthday party. I had asked Tyler to come with me so that I didn’t get to drunk. The night was going great, I hadn’t had a drop to drink and Tyler had kept me occupied with dancing until he went off to go to the bathroom. After about 20 minutes I got worried and went to look for him. The sight I found was one I wish I could have never seen. There was Pam, with her tongue down Tyler’s throat.
I said nothing but turned away from them and took off for the door and on my way out snagged a bottle of vodka. By the time I made it home I was choking on sobs, I collapsed to the ground in the middle of my bedroom. Thousands of thoughts were running threw my mind a thousand miles a second. I started downing the vodka, after half of the bottle was gone I was looking around the room at all of the pictures of my mom and I and Tyler that were scattered across the room. The sobs grew louder and louder and I picked up the closet thing around me and hurled it towards the wall. All the insults that had ever been thrown at me were screaming threw my head, the words, ‘It’s your fault, your why she’s dead’ and, ‘he never loved you to begin with, you were only a charity case’ kept running over and over threw my head. Without thinking I picked up my phone and texted Tyler.
‘Goodbye. I’m sorry. This is for you.’
Without hesitation I headed to the bathroom and threw all the drawers open searching for the pain killers from my brothers knee surgery last year, when I found them I started taking pill after pill with gulp after gulp of harsh alcohol. When I finished the bottle of both pills and alcohol I sat down in the middle of my bathroom with tears streaming down my face and looking towards the sky.
“Forgive me.” I whimpered to whoever was listening up there as black started to edge around my vision.
My bedroom door slammed open and I saw the tall figure of Tyler Ranson come in from the corner of my vision with tears streaming down his face. When he noticed me in the bathroom still gripping the vodka bottle and pills bottle laying by my side he dropped to his knees and grabbed my face.
“No! No, you can’t leave me like this! Not you too! Come on Camilla! Please! The ambulance is on it’s way please hold on! Oh my God Camilla,” Tyler sobbed out pulling me into his chest as the world went black around me.
I didn’t die that night and it was a miracle that I didn’t. Tyler had came just in time to save me. When I saw what I had done to Tyler with the death scare I decided to change for good. We sat for days and talked everything out before I went on lockdown. It was hard, the hardest thing I’d ever done in my life. I went threw therapy twice a week and I stayed checked in for about two months. Tyler visted every 2 week like I had asked, watching him leave after our hours of talking got harder and harder with each visit. But I did it, I made it threw, I struggled and fought and hit rock bottom and about broke, but thanks to Tyler I didn’t. I got better, I stopped drinking, admitted I was depressed and faced the struggles of healing.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tyler asked looking between the tattoo artist and I. I nodded to him as response and smiled before kissing his cheek.
“I’m sure.”
“If it’s want you want babe.” He grinned at me, his blue eyes flashing bright with his smile.
“I can’t believe your still here beside me after all these things I’ve put you threw.” I told him looking down at my feet.
“Always, I’m here always.” He said kissing me before nodding to the tattoo artist to begin.
After an hour of work the artist was done and I stared down at the words forever etched across my wrist.
‘Without struggle there is no progress.’
You know the good times in life, they can last minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and if you’re lucky years. Most of my life had been good times, the times where you go to bed at night with your cheeks sore from laughing and smiling so much that day. What’s the bad thing about good times you may ask? There’s always something bad that happens to send you crashing back down to Earth, and in my case, near fatal hard.