I know it has been a long time since I updated, but I have been working on the others and well I had given a lot of chapters at one time and now I am ready to continue. The question is are you ready? lol.

Chapter 8: The Bereavement Period

I stopped taking drugs. I couldn't keep on lying if I had to go to the hospital again for an overdose. He didn't need to know the truth. After waking I signed myself out while Alex went to go and get some coffee. He thought I would still be there when he came back, but I couldn't stay in there in any longer. I left and went back to the Hall; I started going back to my classes like nothing had happened. He didn't tell anyone about the overdose, thank god. I just told everyone that I had been having family difficulties, same with work. I hate it when people know my feelings and what is going on in my life. I feel that that is my own to worry about and my own burden and people don't need to know that kind of stuff.

I was trying to avoid Alex. I had finally come to terms with the fact that my mom and dad where dead and there was nothing I could do about it. I still felt that there was no purpose in my being alive, but I dealt with it until I could get away with it fully. I didn't want Alex to stop talking to me and I really didn't want to ignore him like I was, but I didn't want him prying and I knew he would do that and eventually I would break. He finally decided to confront me about avoiding him, which was quite a task. He pulled me aside at work.

"Hey I need to talk to you for a sec. I'm sure that Sharon won't mind."

I didn't answer; I just stood there waiting for the inevitable.

"I know you are afraid that I will tell everyone about the, uhm, incident, but I won't. I haven't told anyone yet and I'm not about to. I don't want this to ruin our friendship. Please talk to me. I really don't want this to end. I really like you."

All of a sudden I felt this strange feeling that I finally had a reason to live again. At this time I had to answer him I felt the same for him.

"I can't avoid you any more. I feel the same for you. I just have been having a ruff patch in my life. I shouldn't have done what I did, but I couldn't find an escape. I was desperate."

"Why didn't you tell me? I would have been there for you. I don't know why, but I deeply care for you. I have never felt this way before and I don't quite understand it that well. Please tell me what's wrong."

"I can't tell you. I don't want you to be burdened by my life."

"Nothing you tell me is a burden."

"I am working on this myself. I will get through it just give me some time."

"I want to help, I want to be there for you when you need some one instead of going to drugs. Please."

I knew this would happen and I fell right into it. I couldn't help the temptation. I was drawn to him. He was going to get what he wanted. I had to stop it before I broke. I would not drag someone else into my life and drown him too.

"I need to go back to Sharon, I had a lot of papers to file."

I didn't let him answer I just went away. If anything his pressure would drive me back into my drug addiction, but I couldn't overdose again, I just couldn't. I had to think of something else to do. Something that would give me a release but was less dangerous. Ha. I knew that was impossible, but there is an alternative. I knew I shouldn't, but I had to have a release. I never much cared for my dad, but my mom was my savoir. My dad was really a horrible man and I really wasn't too sad to hear about his death. I knew it was for the best. Life would go on for me, but I would find a way to make it easier, no matter what the cost.

I went back to work and finished up the day in a peaceful manner, he didn't pull me aside again and I knew I would continue to talk to him; I would just have to avoid that topic. I went home and released myself from the pain I felt.

I cleaned up the mess and went to bed so I could get up. Tomorrow was the weekend and I was going to take a trip back home for a short while.

I got up the next morning and packed my cloths. I grabbed some extra cash from my money jar and hit the road. I knew Alex would worry, but I really didn't care. I had a feeling that I needed to go home. For some reason I felt that something bad was going to happen. I had to find out, even if it would be the last straw.

I know I know short hey I tried. Don't worry the next chapter will be longer. I promise and if it's not. Then I lied. I will try.