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And, while I'm feeling motivated, I figured I would announce my in-the-works novel, 'Moments', which revolves around four kids,(Remedy, Melody, Andy, and Cassidy), who decide to make a suicide pact, all for different reasons. Slowly, Remedy sees that death isn't the answer and tries to talk the others out of it.
She didn't want to forget anything about this place; the grass that was permanently a mix of brown and yellow, the discolored plastic toys meant for a child that never got old enough to outgrow them, her old swingset that sat uneven, and had rust and broken bits that once had a story, but now just looked useless, much like her life.
Remedy didn't want to forget any of it, just like she didn't want to be forgotten; it was inevitable, unescapable, that all of this, the grass, the toys, the swings, and so much more, would fade from her mind, just like everyone would eventually forget the frail, sickly girl who took the 'coward's way out'. All the nights spent in the hospital, watching her small, delicate sister whittle away right before her eyes into nothing, talking just to talk even though the girl was too far gone to hear, all the nights she wept for a girl who refused to, all the sitting, and waiting, and praying, no one would remember that, she barely remembered it except for the pain, just like no one would remember her. It would all be gone with time, just like her.
Just like Andy, and Melody, and Cassidy would be. People would cry, and do candlelight vigils, and swear to do something to perserve their memory, and go to the funerals like they knew them, when the truth was the existence of their lives would fade until all that was left was a headstone with fake words, written by fake people because no one knew them better than each other.
A chill set into Remedy's bones, and she shivered violently, jolting out of her morose thoughts. She just stood there and stared, transfixed, at her life displayed in a dead, uncared for backyard.
Finally, she turned around and went back inside, only stopping to look over her shoulder for a moment before sliding the door shut.
In that moment, she didn't know what to do.