Dear Charlie,
She’s gone…. She’s gone Charlie, and I couldn’t do anything about it….
I tried, to talk to her, to convince her not to do it. But she didn’t listened. She just said goodbye and I love you. The last time I saw her she barely spoke, she just hold my hand and smiled. I was scared because I knew what that meant. I told her that it wasn’t necessary, that there were other ways; that she wasn’t alone. All those words, wasted, gone to shit. This is too much for me to handle, I don’t know what to do…
Her mother, speechless, numb, sad, she has nothing else to live for. Her daughter was the only precious thing she had in life lying in the bathroom floor covered in a pool of blood. What a way to start a Holy Monday… What a way to lose another friend…. Is this my fault? I- I could’ve done something to stop it! I could’ve been there, she had me. But she still went with it and end it once and for all. Nothing else has been happening Charlie, just another death caused by bullying…
Love,
Joctan.
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Life is Beautiful
Художественная прозаLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
