Letters to Aiden -- A serial Supplement to The Scars Series

August, 1991

My Dearest Aiden,

I went to your grave today. Your headstone has been placed and the grass is beginning to look more uniform. It is such an improvement from the fresh dirt with chunks of grass placed on top. The dirt has settled and the grass plugs have grown to full cover. Everything still seems surreal. I don’t know how to move on with my life. I know that life goes on. Like the grass plugs that were placed over your grave after the burial have grown full and lush; I need to move on and grow to achieve something beautiful. Unfortunately, I cannot force myself to move forward.

Mom says there is no reason for me to still be depressed. That I should move on since I am “too young to really know what love is”. After you died, I thought mom understood my pain and supported me. Boy, was I wrong. She fed me Valium for three weeks. I thought she was trying to help me cope with what was happening to me. When she stopped giving it to me, I found out what it was truly about. She wasn’t trying to help me. All she was doing was buying time. I think she had the impression that I would forget about you after a few weeks. Personally, I think it has forced me deeper into that pit. I don’t want to get up in the morning. I don’t want to talk to anyone on the phone. I don’t want to go anywhere. I DON”T WANT TO LIVE!

      Please come and get me; take me to be with you. I refuse to function. I am broken. I am dead.

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