Chapter 16
By Punk
(Corey's POV)
I shot another hit and curled up tightly on my bed, crying until there were no more tears in me. Chris Jacey and Jeremey knew I was doing drugs again and they didn't care. Jacey had already attempted suicide, Jeremey ran away, and Chris just stayed in his room. With Cole dead, our connection to each other was already weak, and I felt it slipping away more and more. Josh had moved in with Amy and the baby as soon as the baby was out of the hospital, to help out. But it didn't help. Mom and Dad were slowly getting over Cole's death, but with Jeremey gone, Jacey in the hospital, me on drugs, and Chris fading to nothing, it was getting harder and harder for them.
About two months after Cole's death, we found out Jeremey had committed suicide off the San Francisco bridge. When they pulled his body they found a note that said "I've gone to be with my brother and sister." We found Jacey on her bed, her wrists slit, later that day. They died at the same time. By this time mom and dad were fighting a lot more then normal, Chris wasn't eating, and I was so doped up I don't think I was even there. That basically did it for me. My baby brother and sister were gone, one of my brothers was dead and the other might as well have been, my parents were slipping up, my boyfriend had deserted me.
I grabbed my stash and purposely mixed everything together. I cooked up the most lethal batch I could and injected it all into my vein. It was already taking affect when I tied my sheets around my neck and to the top of my closet. My arm went dead before I did. I started choking and crying. It hurt so badly. My world went dark and I felt like I was on fire...
"NOOOOOOOOO!" I screamed and shot up. I looked around, everything was different.
"Corey?" The voice next to me sat up.
"Mark!" I hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder. "But, how, you left me."
"When?" He hugged me back.
"Before Cole died, remember, your Mom took you back to California. Wait, I was dying, how am I here?" I looked around. "Where are we?"
Mark tried to calm me down. "We are in our bed, in our bedroom, in our house. Cole is in Finland with Aila with their son and their newborn baby. And I haven't been to Cali with Mom since I was 17."
"Huh? But I'm 16. Or I was. How old are we? Cole's alive? Jacey? Jeremey? Chris? My parents?"
"You're 24, baby. We've been married since you were 18. We have an adopted daughter, Katherine Jay, and a son by a surrogate, Aaron Benjamen. Your parents are in Finland right now, they are there because Cole and Aila were there visiting her dads and she went into labor. Their son is Connor Valo, and the baby is Adam James. Chris is-"
I cut his off as everything came back to me. "Here in Chester with his wife. I remember. I remember. I was dreaming about what would have happened if I had really tried to commit suicide in rehab, instead of just getting clean."
"Daddy? Papi?" I looked over and saw our brown haired, brown eyed six year old daughter, who we adopted from Mexico when she was an infant, walk into our room. "I heard daddy scream." She climbed into our bed and I hugged her.
"Sorry we woke you up, Katy." I kissed her as Mark sang her softly to sleep in Spanish, her first language. I watched her fall asleep and looked over at Mark. He kissed me and took her from me. "Check on Aaron for me." Mark nodded and I curled up in bed again. Feeling a lot better then I did when I was dreaming.
The end