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It was a normal, sunny, crowded day at Newbury Park High school. Teenagers were enjoying their lunchtime happily, the trees were whispering along with the slight oncoming winter breeze. Clutters of students packed the school; small groups were walking to and from their lockers. No one stood out to me but him. He sat in the middle of the school like a king, in between two people I did not recognize. He still had short blonde, buzzed cut hair, strangely wearing a white shirt, and blue jean shorts, but his eyes were different. They had lost all hints of gold around the pupil, so his eyes looked like the ocean. His friends’ details were blurred.
Rick was alive again. Once again, I could hug him, kiss him, and let him hold me, love him, and be together again. I screamed his name and ran to him and jumping into his arms like I usually would. I wanted to hold onto him forever, it had been so long...
Immediately he pushed me off him and yelled at me. “What the fuck are you doing?” his eyes stared straight into mine. “Who the hell are you?” he yelled again, his eyes veiled by anger and annoyance. “It’s me...” I began, hot tears pushing themselves up to my green eyes and down my cheeks. “Don’t you remember me...?” I tried to touch his hand, he jerked away. “Seriously bitch, who are you?” Tears began to run faster. “It’s Kierstyn! Your girlfriend, who else would it be?” I reached for his left arm, and turned it over to view his wrist to show him his scars of the past that we had both been through together.
There was nothing.
“What are you doing now?” he sighed, annoyed. “Your scars...what happened to them?” I asked, confused and sad. Rick laughed. “I think you’re on something.”
“How can you even be here? You were dead, you hung yourself! It can’t be you...” I cry. “What the fuck would I do that for?” He and his friends laugh harder. So many emotions filled my body, I longed for him, I needed him. I missed him. This was not the same Rick as I once knew in the past.
My dream took a turn, and I was at home on the phone with Rick. I was outside, staring into nothingness, feeling the wind run through my hair, silently crying still. “Rick...how can you not remember me? After all we’ve been through together...?” I say. “Why do you keep on saying you know me and we were dating? You’re not even pretty.” I begin to cry harder silently, but I did not want to tell him in fear he would hang up on me. I needed to hear his voice, after so long of his absence I had gone insane without him, and now that he was here I wanted him once again. “You’re fuckin crazy bitch, will you leave me alone now?” he says angrily. I drop to my knees.
I grab a black gun to my right, and hold it against my head with my spare hand. “Rick...” I say, as I always used to call him when he was the one in my position now. “...I love you.” I say shortly, press the off button unsteadily, close my eyes, and pull the trigger.

I sat up out of my bed, sweating and strangely wet on my face. I realized I had been crying in my dream. “You talk in your sleep,” my aunt laughed once I got ready for the day. “What did I say?” I asked her curiously. “You said Ricks name, you said you loved him,” she sounded worried. I was shocked. Never, not even once, had I ever talked in my sleep before, let alone woke up crying. This is my life without Rick Young. I miss him.

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It was a normal, sunny, crowded day at Newbury Park High school. Teenagers were enjoying their lunchtime happily, the trees were whispering along with the slight oncoming winter breeze. Clutters of students packed the school; small groups were walking to and from their lockers. No one stood out to me but him. He sat in the middle of the school like a king, in between two people I did not recognize. He still had short blonde, buzzed cut hair, strangely wearing a white shirt, and blue jean shorts, but his eyes were different. They had lost all hints of gold around the pupil, so his eyes looked like the ocean. His friends’ details were blurred.
Rick was alive again. Once again, I could hug him, kiss him, and let him hold me, love him, and be together again. I screamed his name and ran to him and jumping into his arms like I usually would. I wanted to hold onto him forever, it had been so long...
Immediately he pushed me off him and yelled at me. “What the fuck are you doing?” his eyes stared straight into mine. “Who the hell are you?” he yelled again, his eyes veiled by anger and annoyance. “It’s me...” I began, hot tears pushing themselves up to my green eyes and down my cheeks. “Don’t you remember me...?” I tried to touch his hand, he jerked away. “Seriously bitch, who are you?” Tears began to run faster. “It’s Kierstyn! Your girlfriend, who else would it be?” I reached for his left arm, and turned it over to view his wrist to show him his scars of the past that we had both been through together.
There was nothing.
“What are you doing now?” he sighed, annoyed. “Your scars...what happened to them?” I asked, confused and sad. Rick laughed. “I think you’re on something.”
“How can you even be here? You were dead, you hung yourself! It can’t be you...” I cry. “What the fuck would I do that for?” He and his friends laugh harder. So many emotions filled my body, I longed for him, I needed him. I missed him. This was not the same Rick as I once knew in the past.
My dream took a turn, and I was at home on the phone with Rick. I was outside, staring into nothingness, feeling the wind run through my hair, silently crying still. “Rick...how can you not remember me? After all we’ve been through together...?” I say. “Why do you keep on saying you know me and we were dating? You’re not even pretty.” I begin to cry harder silently, but I did not want to tell him in fear he would hang up on me. I needed to hear his voice, after so long of his absence I had gone insane without him, and now that he was here I wanted him once again. “You’re fuckin crazy bitch, will you leave me alone now?” he says angrily. I drop to my knees.
I grab a black gun to my right, and hold it against my head with my spare hand. “Rick...” I say, as I always used to call him when he was the one in my position now. “...I love you.” I say shortly, press the off button unsteadily, close my eyes, and pull the trigger.

I sat up out of my bed, sweating and strangely wet on my face. I realized I had been crying in my dream. “You talk in your sleep,” my aunt laughed once I got ready for the day. “What did I say?” I asked her curiously. “You said Ricks name, you said you loved him,” she sounded worried. I was shocked. Never, not even once, had I ever talked in my sleep before, let alone woke up crying. This is my life without Rick Young. I miss him.