April fascinates me. I always wondered about her relationships with everyone else. And I don't think Roger was the only one who really cared about her. I don't have a lot of experience with angsty stuff, so please don't be too mean!
Sitting on the cold ground, I stared at the cold stone over Her grave. I traced over the frosted marble, tracing over Her name, Her birthday, the day She died. I withdrew my hands suddenly, seeing Her in my head, cold and still, like this stone. This heartless stone, that treats Her with as little regard as the countless priests who refused to say her funeral. If I had my way, the rock wouldn't be there. Mark had taken care of all that.
It's been two years. Two years since we found Her in the bathroom, since Mark pried the razor blade out of my shaking hands before I took my life like She had Hers. Two years since he held me through abandoning the drugs that took Her away from me. Two years.
I hated Her. She said She loved me, but didn't have the courage to stay with me. She left me to suffer, and left Mark to pick up the pieces, Mark who loved Her just as much as I did. And I could never forgive her for it. But no matter what I blamed Her for, no matter how much I hated Her for all She had done, I would always love Her and be a slave to Her memory. Mimi was my release. She loved me differently. She didn't take my faults, she made me change. And I made her. She understood that I would never be over Her, and didn't want me to. Mimi thought She was a part of me, and just more to love.
Two years. Two frigid, hellish years. Years that I would never get back. Years that ruined me. Years I will never forget.
Ick. This is not good. Maybe my next try will be better. PLEASE REVIEW!!!