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Philophobia

Chapter Six

The rows were neatly aligned, flowers equally placed next to another. Every time I've visited, everything was so well took care of. Even during the colder seasons. Probably why he wanted to be here. Peaceful.

The rows were endless for most, but for me, I knew exactly where I was going, every time. Never will I let that slip from my memory.

Smiling down at the stone, I sat down elegantly.

"I'm sorry I haven't come to visit in awhile, it's been busy." I whispered quietly, not caring if someone else heard me.

"I know it'd be selfish of me to come here and rant about my own problems, but you always know the right thing to do. After everything I've done, I know I don't deserve to visit you, but sometimes I feel like I have no where else to go. You're still all I have.."

My head was already pounding with unwanted flooding memories and regrets, but I couldn't cry, not here not ever.

"Hunter is out of it, again." I changed the topic. "She's drinking far more than a body should handle, and I'm sure drugs and smoking is involved too."

"Now, this boy Harry.. I didn't wanna believe it at first, but after finding him in my home twice I didn't have much of a choice. He's the influence." I shivered at the thought of the things he's made my best friend become involved in.

"Knowing you, you'd say to understand and put them first, and then allow your feelings second. Which is something I suck at, by the way. Especially when it comes to Hunter."

"But I'll do it for her.." I sighed in defeat.

Silence grew with the breeze, and soon I realized I should probably say something other than my own problems, but his.

"The anniversary is coming up, and I was thinking flowers and maybe a card.. Of course, homemade."

The anxiety was slowly killing me by now, giving me no choice but to apologize, again.

"Mom and dad were right, Andy. I seriously will never blame them for dropping me off at our slowly dying grandparent's place after the accident. I should have never went and called you wasted forcing you to come and look after me, yet again. I was stupid, and a kid."

"You're the most amazing brother a sister could ever ask for, and you didn't deserve to go like this. All because of my stupid mistake, ignoring the rules." I muttered, shamed of myself.

"After our grandparents passed, and the million left from them given to me through the will, life hasn't gotten any easier. So many times I thought I'd give their lifetime earnings away for charity, a better cause. Or maybe gamble it."

"It's been three, soon to be four years. Not a day goes by that I don't miss you, and blame myself for what happened. I don't ever blame you for hating me for what happened either. Because you're right to hate me for what I did, and so is everyone else."

By this time, tears were swelling my eyes, and blurring my vision. The thought of everyone hating me so familiar and natural, yet so depressing and worthy of ending at the same time.

"I have to go, I'll be back for your day, I promise. I love you, Andy."

I took one last glance at the carved stone, before sitting up and leaving the graveyard. Never will I cry in front of that stone.





"I'm home." I called through the empty house, figuring Hunter was out again.

"You went to see Andy, didn't you?" Hunter's voice whispered, shocking me to turn and see her only feet away in the kitchen.

I nodded hopelessly, as the tears from the car ride home became obvious from my puffy eyes.

Her response was a simple nod, as she took an awkward interest to her sock covered feet.

"I'll talk to you later than," and with that, I walked off to my room.

Notes

Hi...
It's been awhile, how yeah's doin? ;)

Short and sweet. No Harry, sorry :((((((((((((((((((((
I know.. It was actually painful for me to write such a depressing chapter.

I babysat tonight, and I babysit tomorrow, and I have to practice my guitar, plus do my friend's homework, which means I am extremely busy, but am willing to update again within tomorrow or Sunday, my time. I owe you's some updates majorly! I know, and I'm extremely sorry..

I'm trying to make a new cover photo.. well actually, getting someone else to do it for me because I suck with editing, so if you's know or are someone who can help! Let me know<3 :D

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Carissa Carissa
3/24/14

Please update!

Carrotlover Carrotlover
3/16/14

Well that's what make your story even more interesting: in your notes, you just put all your thoughts on there, and it's really, but really cool and interesting!
Hey, being dork is not only negative. It's someone who can be themselves and doesn't care if people judge. Seriously, your ''dorkiness'' isn't a bad thing! :)
I hope for you that one of your ambition will come true. If you take the path of writing, well I'm telling, plus all your readers: you can make it.
Even though this is a fic, I don't feel like it's one. I feel like I'm reading a book, but on the internet. I'm not feeling it's Harry Styles from One Direction (Well, I think you never wrote Styles, so maybe I'm wrong thinking it's Harry Styles, but ANYWAY.). I feel it's just another character from your head. My point is: your story could be found on a shelf at the library store. So, if you finished your story (not that I'm septic, no no! I know you can finish it! :) ), I suggested you to send it to a publishing house! :D
I'm glad to know I made you smile :) Don't give up on your writing and delete everything. See how much people love your work? See how much we enjoy reading it? Don't worry, you have a beautiful writing. Yeah... I get frustrated me too when I wrote my story. I'm a french Canadian, and it's sometimes tricky to express, for example, a situation or an emotion in english. But this site helps me, so I'll continue :)
Have a gooooood morning/afternoon/evening/night or whatever time it is where you live xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/9/14

@marie.eve07
I read your comment, and couldn't stop smiling! Personally, I write on this site as practice. My future ambition being between writing and visual arts. Though, I'm glad you like my story! So many times I've thought about deleting this, and just quitting. But I don't want to do that to my readers! I have never found a love for my own writing, so I just get frustrated after awhile.
Plus, when you commented on my notes, I literally just read back through all of them and realized how big of a dork I sound!!! Hahaha

Canadianeeh Canadianeeh
1/8/14

I really love your work. The choice of words, the main plot, how you express everything... It''s just, wow! I felt like it was really happening, that Jamie, Hunter and Harry were really living (okay, we all know Harry is living on this Earth for real but you know what I mean. Well, I hope xD anyway) keep up writing. If writing wasn't in your choice of career, think about twice; I'm not just saying this to be sweet with you. No, I believe you're an exquisite writer and your imagination will never stop growing. You'll go far in life with only a pen and paper.
I really love reading your notes too. They're twisted up with wisdom words and hilarious sentences!
Okay... This comment is pretty long, maybe I should've sent it in messages.... Hahahaha xD

marie.eve07 marie.eve07
1/8/14