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"I can't take it anymore," Emma thought. She ran inside her empty house, and went straight to her bedroom on the third floor. Emma threw herself on her bed, and started to weep. She took comfort from the lavender smelling sheets her mother insisted her to buy. Her mother, Emma thought. She started to think about what a disappointment she must be to her.
She didn't want to even think about it. Then the thought hit her like a ton of bricks. "I don't have to deal with it anymore," she stated, and with that she wiped her tears and got off her bed. Emma then walked to her computer desk. She took out a sheet out paper and her favorite pen. Then she took big breaths, and began to write.....
Dear Mom,
I just can't take it anymore. I know you told me in the darkest times there's always some light, but maybe I just can't find that light anymore. Nothing looks like it's going to change. I know you told me to move on and that Ashton wouldn't want me to be like this, but I can't live without him. Everything reminds me of him, but the worst part is that his family hates me. I know your thinking that maybe I'm exaggerating, but it's true. You didn't see the look in their eyes the day I went to his funeral, or the way they spoke to me. I know they all think that it's my fault that he's dead. Maybe it is, no scratch that. It is my fault.
I know that it's because of me that he's gone, regardless of what everyone tells me. If he didn't push me out of the way, then maybe he would still be here today. I saw Ashton's mom today at school. She was picking up the rest of his things. I was about to talk to her, but stopped when I saw her take a picture of me and Ashton out. I don't know why it surprised me when she ripped it in half, and then ripped my side of the picture into tiny bits. Doesn't she know that I feel her pain? I know she lost her son because of me, so I understand why she must hate me for taking him away from her.
What I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry. I know that I'm going to hurt you, but look at it this way. I can be happy for once in my life since Ashton's death. I get to be with him. It pains me to never see you, dad, or Sam again, but I have to do this for me. I do love you, but please forgive me if I cause you any pain. Please don't blame Ashton's family for what I did, I made up my own mind. I honestly don't regret my decision.
Please tell the family that I love them, and please please please know that I'm happy. I'll only feel a little pain. Maybe you won't even know that I'm gone. All I'm asking you is please forgive me. I couldn't stand to know that you're mad at me. Goodbye mom.
With all my love,
Emma J.
By the time Emma's parents got home it was a quarter to 11. Kate walked up to her daughter's bedroom. She couldn't forget the way Emma looked at her this morning. "Maybe I was too hard on her," she thought. Her daughter was never the same after Ashton's death. Kate missed the way she would always come home and to find Emma making dinner for her, and the way they always had hot coco together afterwards.
By the time Kate reached Emma's bedroom door, she had an uneasy feeling. "Emma," Kate knocked on her door," I know you're in there sweetie, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry." She was met with silence, so Kate tried again. "Emma?" Kate opened the door to her daughter's bedroom, but she wasn't prepared for what she saw next. There her beautiful daughter was covered in her own blood, and a knife that laid just beside her.
Kate screamed. She ran to her daughter and started to shake her. Then her eyes landed on the note that laid beside her. She picked it up and began to read. Kate completely ignored the fact that Emma's father came up to see what had happened, because all she could think was that her perishes daughter was dead. She would never again see her beautiful green eyes or ever hear her laughter. Kate just sat there, watching her daughter lifeless body, as her tears mixed with Emma's blood.
