it's the night after prom. I'm tired. but not too tired to stop me from picking up Aimee's journal. I'm almost at the end. She's going to die soon. Yet, she never mentions suicide. Not once. Up until now...
November 30,
bye.
yeah, bye, Aimee, I think to myself.
she's all i think about as I walk up to the poduim and receive my diploma. she's all i think about as my class throws their caps in the air in celebration.
to the sky.
can you see them, Aimee?
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
