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I just closed my eyes and tried to block the image out of my mind.
“Kers, whats wrong?” Eliza asked. She walked over to me and put her hand on my
back.
“Emma... I’m fine... Emma. Nevermind.” I stammered. I forced a smile, then excused
myself to the bathroom.
“What the heck is wrong, Kersey?” I said to myself. I paced around in the bathroom.
“Jeremy’s dead. Dead. DEAD, Kersey.” I screamed. I kept picturing him the day he
confronted me about my eating disorder, and the day I called him and he was crying. He cared
so much about me... and he killed himself over me. I couldn’t shake the image of him lying dead
in the street.
There was a knock on the door. I hadn’t realized it, but I had been in the bathroom for
over 10 minutes. It was Graham.
“Kersey? What’s wrong, baby girl?” He asked, putting his hands on my shoulders.
“Jeremy, Graham... Emma looks like Jeremy. I haven’t seen her in so long and she
looks so much like him. I can’t stop thinking about him.” Graham just stared at me blankly.
“Do you... miss him?” Graham asked. I felt my eyes burn with tears but I shook my
head.
“No. I don’t.” I lied.