Harry,
When you find this in your locker, I'll probably be gone already, I am sorry I got so attached to you. By this time, I'm already hanging in my bedroom with a rope around my neck and with my arms full of blood dripping down the, what used to be clean, floor. (Sorry for the mental image I must've caused you right now.)
I've been planning this for a long time for that today is precisely the 5th anniversary of my mother's death, which was caused by me. I was so dumb to leave her alone with my dad.
My father, sadly, is very abusive. He used to hit my mother, on the very day I left to go sleep at a friend's, he got too mad and hit her too hard. So, you know. He's been getting drunk constantly and calling me things, names. But them again, I deserve that, I deserve even worse.
I should probably be writing in the past tense, because this present is already the past to me for that I am very dead as of now. I am sorry, so sorry. I do like you. You weren't supposed to come along, although you made my last days better, you made it worse also.
I fully apologize for causing you pain, if you do miss me, even.
And Harry, your jokes are funny. So thank you. For everything.
Deadly serious,
Taylor.
P.s. see, i can be funny too :)
pps: and besides, now you can tell people that someone dead likes you :D
[A/N:- It is the very end. Please don't kill me.]