Letters To Midnight

50.

Dear Midnight,
I think this will be my last letter.

Don't worry, I'm not doing anything stupid. But here's the thing, it's been a long time since I wrote you my first letter. And I still miss you, but now I've realized something else. You may have gone, but we can still celebrate you, can't we?

Midnight, I'm glad that I got to know you while you were still around. You dying isn't my fault. It's no one's, not really. It's society's fault, it's those kids at school who called you fat. It's their fault.

And Midnight, I'm going to do something about it.

It's still in the works, but I'm going to start a campaign. I want everyone to know your story, to know why you died and what killed you, and how you were a beautiful bright person who was killed by words. Lydia has agreed to this, because her best friend deserves it too. You both do, as do millions of other girls and boys who had what you had.

As you can see, I'm going to be really busy, and I might not have time for a letter anymore. That doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you, because I'll always be thinking about you.

But Midnight, I think I've finally found closure. And I hope you're really happy where ever you are.

I love you.

Your big sister,
Jasmine