One Year Later
Phil and I lay in the grass together, holding each others hands and staring into the sky. Last year was a complete clusterfuck, but everything has finally worked out for the best, and I'm dating the boy of my dreams. I've visited my mum once, but she could hardly even remember my name. That's okay, because at least she has help.
Speaking of help, I just finished therapy and my mental health has gotten back on track, according to my therapist. Sure, I still have nightmares every now and then that leave me pretty shaken, but that's why I've got Phil to be there to comfort me.
No one from school really makes fun of me anymore, especially since the scars of my suicide attempt completely cover the flag that used to be on my wrist. I've decided that I don't want a specified sexuality right now. I'm just going to love who I love and figure it all out later. For now, I choose Phil. He's all I need.
I know I'm lucky to have found someone that loves me so much, and I'm fully aware that there are many people out there that don't have that. I wish I could tell them that they are loved, even if they don't see it yet.
Most importantly, I wish I could tell them all to stay alive. Life is crazy, and we all go through horrible things, but that's why we're here for each other. You'll never know how great things can get if you give up while things are bad.
As for me and Phil, we'll be fine. I know now that we're gonna make it, and you can too, as long as you just stay alive.
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The end.
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