Warning: suicide, death threats, bullying, starvation, blood
The bulling had gotten worse to the point that people were threatening to kill me. I hated it. I always hid it when I came home I didn't want to put something else to be sad about on everyone again. The Quint thing in my head told me all the same the people at school were
I came home today and went straight to my room I grabbed a piece of paper and I pen I started writing.
hey. I don't really know how to write this because they don't teach how to write suicide letters at school. I'm sorry I really am. your probably wondering why i did what I did.
I did it because my school and crap, now I know that might sound stupid believe me I know. I was also mad at myself I was the cause so much this past year and I hate myself for it.
I also get to see my mom again. yay I guess! Do whatever you want with my stuff I don't care. Burn it, break it, you get the idea. Just call my family, my real family like Jessel's family I don't know what you should tell them just tell them what happened with me and her.
-love y/n
I wipe my eyes and I pick up the blade I took from Miles's room. I slowly cut a line across my wrist.
me and Flora giggle as I chase her around threatening to tickle her.
"miss me?" Miles smirks walking into my room, dropping his bag. "Miles!" I run into his arms.
"how much chocolate do we use" I ask Miss Jessel. "I don't know, all of it I guess"
Memories continued coming to my head as the room got darker.
—
Miles' pov
"hey y/n-" I open the door to see y/n on the floor with blood pouring from her wrists.
"no!" I yell and I go over to her. Her body was once again pale. She was freezing cold.
"Kate!" I yelled as I cried.
"what?" She asks as she runs in. She stops with a gasp escaping her lips.
"get help!" I yell at her. She runs out of the room.
—
January 14 1995 y/n died. Flora wouldn't stop crying when we told her about y/n. After she died I stayed in her room more then mine. Tomorrow is her funeral we invited some of her actual family, I don't know if they will come.
I walk into Flora's room and she's sitting on her bed crying.
"hey it's okay" I say sitting down hugging her. She lets out a sob.
—
y/n's family did come
"I didn't know y/n for very long and for some of that time she didn't like me. I didn't blame her because I was taking her mother's job. She was always so bright and she cared about everyone especially Flora and Miles...I'm going to let Miles talk" Kate says. She steps down and I stand up.
"hi um I don't know what to really say but I'm going to try and figure it out" I play with my hands.
"y/n has been my best friend my whole life and I was lucky enough to be her boyfriend for a little bit. I had a rough like two years and I would make bad decisions but y/n was always there. Sometimes she would pretend to be my girlfriend before we dated just to get me away from girls. She was my little sister's best friend too she always took care of her." I look down.
"last year was really hard on y/n and she never talked about it because she wanted to be happy to everyone else. I was in love with her and some might say I'm to young but I know I was and I never wanted this day to come." I look up at Flora.
"but I know she wouldn't want us to be sad, that's the thing she hated the most" I didn't know what else to say.
—
"hey" A way older lady comes up to me.
"hi" I say and we both sit down.
"I'm Anne y/n's grandmother"
"I'm Miles"
"listen we were hoping we can have her and her mother's things"
"oh well after Miss Jessel died we gave her stuff to y/n and we don't know what y/n did with that stuff. I can take you into her room to see her stuff but she only has band posters and dresses in there"
"I would like that" I nod and we stand up. I take her to y/n's room. I open the door and we go inside her room.
"oh she had a darling room" Her Grandmother looks around.
"yeah" I mumble. I didn't fully go in so I could let her look around.
"oh is this her?" She points to a picture. I walk over to her.
"yes" I say looking at the Polaroid of y/n and Flora placing flower crowns on each other's heads.
"she was gorgeous"
"mhmm" I wipe my eyes.
"I don't think we will take anything" She says looking at me.
"why" I ask.
"it seems these things are more important to you we didn't even know her" She puts a hand on my shoulder.
"thank you"
—
3rd person pov
A few days later on January 28 1995 Miles was found dead in his room his cause of death was starvation.
y/n never knew that her mother found a way to respond to her from the dead in the journal it said.
hey bubs don't give up on what you have I love you
-mom
A/N: hiiii so this was NOT making funny of people who have depression, suicidal thoughts, or anything at all if you need help with anything I'll put my Instagram below and you can message me ❤️❤️
My Instagram: ifyouknowmynameyouknowit
Also I didn't know what to do with this and most the Miles stories I read they die? so yeah sorry if this was crap byeee
