I didn't want his sympathy. It was my fault she was gone. I'm so self-centered. It's me who should have died. I wiped at my eyes and cleared my throat.
"T-thanks.." My heart was broken. The world I lived in was cruel.
"We informed your mom. She'll be picking you up in the next hour. I am sincerely sorry." How much of his apology was sincere?
I watched my principle walk down the hall before I took out my cell phone.
Babe.. Lissie.. I clicked send and sank to the floor. She asked me to protect her. And yet, she is no longer roaming this earth. My phone went off.
Lissie? Alice, what's going on?
She killed herself and it's all my fault! Why? Why couldn't I have saw something was wrong?
It was during my fourth hour when Mom finally came. She looked frantic. Her phone was in one hand and her nurse outfit was dirty. The drive was awkward.
"Alice, I'm sorry." I stared out the window. "Don't blame yourself." I closed my eyes.
"I should have known." I whispered.
"Sweetheart, youre not a superhero. You have your own problems." I continued to stare out the window until we got home.
I sat on the edge of my bed and took off my shoes. Her letter was in my back pocket. I had forgotten about it. I ran a hand through my hair and allowed the tears to pour.
There was a knock on my bedroom door. I had a migraine from all the crying. Travis came in. He rubbed my back as I fell apart for the fourth time today. In such a short amount of time, she became my best friend. And now she was gone.
"Its all my fault," I hiccupped.
"How were you supposed to know?" He asked.
"I'm self-centered. I would have known if I paid more attention."
"Stop blaming yourself." He placed a hand on my thigh and I winced. I realized why I was in so much physical pain.
"You didn't cut, did you?" Fear filled his eyes.
I fought back the urge to tell him the truth. Think of something.
"No, I just.. I was taken by surprise." I lied.
He stayed with me until I fell asleep. He rubbed my back and sang our song. I tried to find peace with myself, but her face kept flashing.
She lay there. Broken into pieces. Razors, rope, and pills scattered around her. A pink envelope splashed with red liquid lay next to her broken body. I can't tell you how she died. An overdose and bled to death, I guess. Her face was still wet with tears. I kissed her cheek and swallowed the left over antidepressants. Holding her lifeless hand, I laid down next to her and let the darkness over take me.
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Broken Promises
Teen Fiction"The most beautiful people are the ones who know defeat. Who are best friends with suffering. Who know struggle, who know loss, and who have found their own way out of their rock bottom. They have an appreciation, a sensitivity, an understanding of...
