Why couldn't I just be normal? Why couldn't I stop doing these things? These things that hurt Carly, and hurt me. Why did I have to push everyone away...I stop, realising I'm outside my building. I head up wearily, trudging up the flights of stairs. I pause when I reach my door. I always have to psyche myself up before I go in, because every time I enter, something bad happens. And I'm so tired of all this bullshit. I just wanna go to sleep and forget.I open the door, slipping inside. Mom's. “As I suspected there are no external wounds which would cause death. She actually died of a myocardial infarction.”“A heart attack?” asked Linda.“Why she canʼt be more than...”“Mid to late twenties,” he finished it for her.
“But what caused the heart attack?” injected Brad.
“Iʼd say this woman was scared to death.”“Youʼve got to be kidding,” smiled Brad.“I didnʼt know there even was such a thing -- outside of Hollywood slasher movies.”“Oh, yeah, fear is one of the most powerful of emotions. It. She was behaving like a college going girl. I also held her hand. We were walking like a couple and also taking pictures. When I found a perfect point I was kissing her on the forehead and hugging her real tight. She was looking hot as well as cute because she was living her life which she might want in her young age.My plan was working because the happier she is the more chances that she would be ready for breaking the gap between us. Many uncles and boys were looking at us, especially at her.. He was much weaker now. He tried standing onone side of it, but that proved to be useless too. He didn't weighenough to turn the nut. He was now just a pretty wisp of a thing andtoo helpless to even change a tire. He almost broke into tears. Hecouldn't call a roadside assistance service since he wasn't BarryCollins at the moment. In all reality, he woman he was didn't evenexist. He wasn't even Brandi, whatever her name was, anymore. She was amother of three in a town thirty miles away.He tried.