Survive the night

I'm Ethan. I had a great life. A lot of friends by my side and playing rugby on our school team. But that's gone now. Something's changed.


1. Introduction

My name's Ethan. I'm 16 years old and have this little problem. I don't know who I am, who I've become. Only memories of the old me tell me that I'm a complete stranger to myself. I don't recognize myself anymore. Anything that used to make me happy only makes me annoyed or miserable because I always fail to entertain myself and actually enjoy it. This period lasts for about a year and a half now. Everyone thinks I'm weird because I spend a lot of time on the cemetery. It's pissing me off. They know nothing about why I go there everyday. I bet they would be crying their eyes out because their mom died. I didn't cry that day. I wanted to, I really did. I was a little kid though so I didn't really know what's going on, but I felt that I should cry because something was wrong. Maybe I cried, but I think it was because I wanted my mommy back. I remember making my dad cry for what I'm sorry to this day. Few years later I started to fully understand why mom wasn't around and I began to spend at least a hour a day by her grave and share my day with her. As a kid I thought that she would appreciate it and it kinda became a habbit. People didn't really mind me going there when I was considered normal, had friends and actually hung out with them. My sister is younger than me, but she is way more popular than me, at least now. She's normal when we're together though. She's the only person that actually believes I can do better than the most of the kids on our school. Sometimes I even invite her to the cemetery so we can be there together. It sounds weird, but it's true. She picked up this habbit too, but respected my wish to be alone with mom, but we're going there together more and more, so I guess I'm not a complete lost cause.

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