LITMIR.BIZ

      To my family and Nick for their endless support

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

Chapter 1: ‘One to Another’ (The Charlatans, Summer 1996)

Chapter 2: ‘Everything Must Go’ (Manic Street Preachers, Summer 1996)

Chapter 3: ‘What Would the Community Think?’ (Cat Power, Autumn 1996)

Chapter 4: ‘The Circle’ (Ocean Colour Scene, Autumn 1996)

Chapter 5: ‘6 Underground’ (Sneaker Pimps, Autumn 1996)

Chapter 6: ‘Head Over Feet’ (Alanis Morissette, Autumn, 1996)

       Chapter 7: ‘Look on Down from the Bridge’ (Mazzy Star, Autumn 1996)

       Chapter 8: ‘When You’re Gone’ (Cranberries, Autumn 1996)

       Chapter 9: ‘No Place to Hide’ (Korn, Autumn 1996)

       Chapter 10: ‘Swallowed’ (Bush, Autumn 1996)

       Chapter 11: ‘Breathe’ (Prodigy, Autumn 1996)

       Chapter 12: ‘Follow You Down/Til I Hear it From You’ (Gin Blossoms, Winter 1996)

       Chapter 13: ‘She’s a Star’ (James, Winter 1996/1997)

       Chapter 14: ‘Alone’ (Dinosaur Jr., Spring 1997)

       Chapter 15: ‘One Headlight’ (Wallflowers, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 16: ‘Sunday Morning’ (No Doubt, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 17: ‘Say Yes’ (Elliott Smith, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 18: ‘Halo’ (Texas, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 19: ‘Let Down’ (Radiohead, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 20: ‘It’s No Good’ (Depeche Mode, Spring 1997)

       Chapter 21: ‘The End is the Beginning is the End’ (Smashing Pumpkins, Summer 1997)

       Chapter 22: ‘Staring at the Sun’ (U2, Summer 1997)

       Chapter 23: ‘Heroes’ (Oasis, B-Side, Summer 1997)

       Chapter 24: ‘Bitter Sweet Symphony’ (The Verve, Summer 1997)

       Copyright

Chapter 1

       ‘One to Another’ (The Charlatans, Summer 1996)

       Dear Charlie,

       I’m sorry it’s taken me seven weeks to write this. Honestly, I still don’t know why I am. It’s not like you will ever get to read it. It’s not like you will ever know how I am feeling. I can’t change anything, certainly not the past couple of months. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t forget. I’ll never be able to forget.

       The strange thing is, I can’t stop thinking about the small things, like what I had for breakfast that morning, what music I listened to on the radio while I ate, why I chose blue jeans over black cords. But that’s just it. These thoughts fill my head all day, but when I open my mouth to share them, I can’t. I just can’t.

       My therapist says if I can’t talk about it then maybe writing in a journal will help me. Like I’m the one who needs help in this family. Yes, I am seeing a therapist. That’s how bad things have got around here.

       I don’t even know where to start. Everything’s changed. Mum flits between total denial and hysterics, almost on a daily basis. One minute she acts like she really believes you’re just upstairs doing your homework or listening to music, and the next minute it’s a complete emotional breakdown all over again. She relives your death every day. My therapist says this is normal, but I’m beginning to question whether there really is a criterion for measuring normality in this kind of a situation.

       Dad remains a total enigma as usual, occasionally ranting and pointing fingers. But most of the time he doesn’t say anything, for days sometimes. I don’t know what is happening in his head, but then again we never did. We do seem to have one thing in common – we both haven’t cried, not one tear. I don’t see the point. Tears won’t reverse your actions, or bring you back. Tears won’t let me forget, even if that was possible.

       You don’t have to look far for Dad now. He’s either sitting in front of the TV or has locked himself in the garage, but I don’t blame him. I don’t go outside much myself. We’re famous now, just like you always wanted. Our pictures are always in

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