Hazel Madelyn Walker

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

When Hazel was announced dead I couldn't believe it. I didn't know she was suffering from depression? Or anxiety? Or was caught in a moment of something. She usually, always, tells me if something is wrong. She tells me how she feels. what's bothering her, what she is thinking about. She's an open book to me. And I know she would have told me if anything was off. But she didn't.

I know Hazel died. I'm not stupid thinking someone else is in the body bag .However, I truly don't believe she killed herself. Hazel had the most perfect life ever. She was so beautiful. I'm talking about natural beauty. The kind that when she hasn't showered and wears sweats makes her look ten times hotter. Everyone loved her. She was so smart. Probably going to be a doctor or a Model. Maybe both if she really wanted. She had a perfect family, In a perfect house, with a perfect life. Why would she take that away?

I get up from my bed, throw my hair in an extremely messy bun and walk downstairs.

"Hey honey." My mom says turning from the stove to smile at me.

"Hi." I say coldly. I'm trying to play it off like I'm horribly sad and can't function, which is half true. I'm more mad then sad so it kind of cancels out to make me numb.

"How are you doing?" I shrug, grabbing an apple and taking a bite into it. My mom smiles warmly, and turns back to the stove to continue frying bacon. The pops of the fat frying tune me out as I make intense eye contact with a crumb on the table.

After a few minutes of my mom finishing up making breakfast and me starting at the crumb her phone gets a message. It's from Hazel's mom, Anne.

The text reads:

Hey Christie. I just wanted to let you and Beth know that me and Tom found Hazel's note of passing. If you want to read it I can send it to you. Love you!

My mom reads it aloud. The suicide note is another point to prove my theory wrong. That she did actually kill herself. But until I see it I can't actually believe that she committed suicide.

"Can you have her send it?" I ask, finally breaking eye contact with the crumb.My mother smiles warmly and starts to type.

"Sure thing sweetheart."

Minutes later my mom gets another text message with a image of the note.

It reads:

Dearest friends, family, and whoever else might read this letter,

My name is Hazel Madilyn Walker. You might ask why I wrote this letter, and that is for one reason only. I hate my life. I hate myself. I hate the way people treat me. But that's not the whole reason I am writing this letter. I just waNtEd to tEll everyboDy tHat Everything they have said to me in my entire Life has stuck with me and shaPed me as a person. lIke wheN rEbecca nElson saiD i was fat in 6th grade, sHE singLe handedly made me have an eating disorder, which to that I am truly thankful that you made me accomPlish that part of my childhood.

I would like to thank multiple people who have been there for me no matter what.

To my mom, Anne; you made me the woman I am and I'm sorry you didn't get to see me grow up. Don't blame this on you. It's not your fault. I love you so much mom, and I hope you can go on living regularly after this.

To my Dad, Thomas; You taught me about the importance of persistence and determination and that really helped me get through most of school and events that happened. I'm sorry I gave up on you like that. I love you so much

To my sister, Leah; Please have my makeup, I know you use it anyways. I know you will go far. Please don't give up on writing songs, they will go somewhere I promise you that. Have my guitar, but I don't use it as it is. Remember don't give up.

To my brother, Henry; Work hard. Determination is key. You were the best brother I could have asked for and I really hope you do well for yourself. You will help so many people no matter if you decide to be a doctor or a cashier. I love you so much

To my Best friend, Beth; You were quite literally the best, best friend I could have ever asked for. You got me through so many hard times. Don't blame yourself for not getting me out of this one because I know you will. Please don't. It's not your fault. I would write pages and pages on how much I love you and how much you mean to me but I don't have time. I love you so much.

To Oliver; Just because we broke up doesn't mean I don't care about you. And me doing this is NOT your fault. I did this on my own time. Not because of anyone else. You hear? I did love you and I hope you know a part of me still does. I hope you find someone who loves you as much as I did. I love you so much.

To anyone else that might have interacted with me in a positive way. I thank you for being kind. I know I might not be the prettiest or the smartest person in the world, but I want you to know, that small spark of someone being nice to me got me through the day. And I'm not lying. You all truly got me through the day and I hope you take that to heart. Be nice to everyone even if you don't know them. The smallest spark of kindness can light up someone's world for a day. So remember that.

I don't expect you all to remember me. Hell I don't even expect you all to be sad about this. I'm not that important. I'm not the person that everyone loves. I don't think people will be too devastated when I am no longer here. I won't make that much of an impact. It will just be like I moved. No one will be sad or even know I'm gone.

I would write so much more. Fill pages and pages of how much I love all of you but I have run out of time. I can't talk anymore.

Remember dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today

With so much love and hope that we meet again

Hazel Madilyn Walker

P.S. play no body, no crime by TS at my funeral :)

And as I finish reading the note I am confused. This all checks out. It's her hand writing and her way of speaking. Yet somehow, deep down, I know it isn't her.