Prologue
She was the girl who got away. The one regret I will live with for the rest of my life because I made the stupid mistake of pushing her from my life because of my insecurities and fears, and here I am alone, bitter and unhappy while my girl is out there probably living her life happily in the arms of another man who wasn't too stupid to let her get away.
I have anything a man could possibly dream of, and it was all thanks to her that I have this lavish life style. I have money, power, and fame, a dozen large homes across the country, women and anything you could possibly conceive. But the one thing I didn't have was her. I spent every night in the arms of another woman, whose name I didn't know, but none of them compared to her. None of them had the sharp wit or caring and nurturing personality. None of them had her impeccable beauty or dazzling smile. None of them gave me that warmth that I miss and crave every morning and night.
I have woken up every morning in a cold sweat, and finding myself more often than not calling her name and begging for her to come back clutching her pillow to me as if it were a life preserver. My sheets are tangled around me in a mess that binds my legs, forcing me to lay in the bed that I once shared with her and relieving the memory of her leaving my life for good. The only reminders of her were the pillow she left behind, a small photo of our first show together and the ring she left on the nightstand now collecting dust. I couldn't force myself to get rid of her belongings, even after all this time. Even if I couldn't have her physically I wanted some reminder of her actually being there.
Our room was sacred. None of the women I brought home with me even went close to that room. The first night I brought another woman home other than her I had found myself in a panic attack that almost landed me up in the hospital and a woman whose name I didn't remember calling me a psycho. I had stayed in my room for almost a week crying and clutching the pillow that still smelled like her frantically calling her phone hoping that the operator telling me her line was disconnected was only a joke. My friends had dragged me from that prison and forced me to eat and talk while we shared tears.
I wasn't the only one who was affected by her leaving. We all missed her. What made it worse was I was the one who caused my friends to lose one of their dearest friend and sister.
After she left that night before any of us could stop her we tried looking for her. We tried her hometown and any possible place we could think of; of course when we had tried to find her it was two months after that night, our new life had gotten in the way. That night was the night that changed everyone's lives irrevocably forever.
Howdy y'all! Yeah so, Im back again! Hopefully this time I stick to writing! heh... i dont know when things will be updated or any of that since I have school and work and boyfriend :3 but I really like the idea of this story and I hope to share it with all of you! Thank You to all who have sent me messages/reviews wishing me well. They meant alot and you guys are the best, I give you all virtual hugs! Oh, and i cant believe people still read my stories! I get emails saying i have favorites and reviews and im like wow i havent updated in forever :( I dont know when Ill be continuing Sick. Right now its on hiatus. I cant remember how i wanted it to end...yeah im and idiot and lost my notes. SHAME ON ME! anyways, i hope you review and leave me some love, or hate. Be back later!