"25 days have passed since we lowered Alison all dolled up in her casket below the surface of the grassy cometary, yet every sidewalk crack and leaf reminds me of her beautiful blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't depressed, I mean it took so much effort to get out of bed this morning, so much effort that I don't have in me. The weight of her death crushes me, and it certainly doesn't help that my room is filled with her memories, contaminated with her presence. Oh get this, I'm forced to go to a school filled with her pictures and memorials everyday. I have to endure the stares and whispers because I knew her, and because I lost her. She's dead and I am dead inside. But I might have died before I knew, as soon as my mom walked into my room, the sympathy spilling out of her eyes. My heart dropped the second the door opened, she was gone for the whole summer, it wasn't much of a leap, but even though I knew deep down inside of me that she wasn't coming back, it still hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt like someone plunged a knife deep into my heart and wiggled it around before yanking it out from behind me. I felt empty, completely empty and broken and I didn't know if I could ever be okay again. But even though the rational side of me told me that she's gone, the irrational, hopelessly-in-love, stupid part tried to convince me that she's in her room and just playing a cruel joke, so I ran. I ran out of my door and all the way to Alison's house tears falling down my face and disappearing into the dusk sky, only to have my world shatter. Everything melted away and I felt so small in a world so big, I wanted the ground to swallow me. I wanted to die, it hurt so much.. I loved Alison, I loved her so damn much, and then suddenly my love was sucked into a void because I can't love something dead. So here I am, A month later, trying to wrap my head around why god hates me so much." I opened my eyes, wiping the tears as I studied Dr. Sullivan's sympathetic face.
"I'm so glad you decided to share your feelings with me, Emily." She started as I realized the weight on my shoulders was lighter. I could be okay, it will get better.