Spirited

Chapter Eleven - Peter

   My mom comes into my messy room with a letter in her hand. I give her a small glare.

   "Peter this is for you." she says. I walk up and take it from her. I look at the hand writing on the front and my heart sinks. My mom closes my door as I sit on my bed, opening the letter gently. 

 "Dear Peter,

I never told you what I wanted in life. But it was you. When we saw each other in the mall close to month ago, I was unsure that you would be able to help me, but you did. And I can't thank you enough, but now I never will be able to. There have been things I have been keeping from you, though. Even after I had told you I wasn't cutting myself, I really was. I cut myself in places you would never be able to see, and I'm sorry. Maybe if I'm gone your mom will trust you again. Maybe if I'm gone you'll forget you ever knew me. Maybe it's for the better. Maybe not. Peter you deserve the world, and I never gave it to you. That's because I never will. Peter I never told you that I... I... I can't even say it. It's like if I say it you won't believe me, and I want you to believe me but I'm learning that I'm to full of it. Peter you should know many things... things I want to tell you, but I can't. I guess what I'm trying to say, is that, even though you and I were a thing... forget about it. Because when I'm gone, will it really matter? Will anything you and I did really matter? I wanted to live longer Peter, I really, really did, but everything I cared about is gone. Out of anyone, you should understand that. At first, I thought I could hang on, because I had you. But now I don't. Peter, please, try to forget me. I want this. I can have it, if you let me. Please, forget me! You have to forget me. I know you don't want to but you HAVE to. I need you to. I want you to. You have to. I care about you, but I don't care about myself... and neither should you. I mean NOTHING to this world. You MEAN something. You have a family. I don't. You have friends. I don't. You have everything you need to survive; I did, but not anymore. Peter you can't stop me this time. I have to do this. You can't show me anymore light in this world. I'VE SEEN ALL OF THE DARKNESS! NOTHING BUT YOU MATTERS TO ME. AND NOW YOUR GONE! PETER YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING, YOU MADE ME FEEL NEEDED, WANTED, CARED FOR! BUT EVERYTHING IS GONE BECAUSE OF YOUR MOM! This is goodbye... forever! I will miss you more than I will miss my parents, or my siblings. You changed me... a lot. But with you gone, everything I was before, is back. I wanted you for longer. I wanted US for longer. You and me; me and you. This isn't your fault, so don't think it is. In fact, this is mine. Mine because I didn't care. Mine because I chose this. Mine because... of everything I've done in this damned world. You deserve a better world. A happier, less dramatic, world. You knew me. I didn't. I care about you... and no one else. But this has to happen because... it's my decision. My choice. My end. Your mom made me NOTHING! But in my heart, I always was nothing. In my families mind, I was nothing. In my friends minds, I was nothing. But in your mind, I was something. Your mom thought otherwise. So that means, your family believes that too. This is the last thing from me. You'll never get anything else. I thank you for everything. But my time has come. I'm over due for death anyways. Goodbye Peter.

Best wishes for love and life,

December"

 As I read I I cry. She's going to kill herself because of my mother. I have to find her. She is my everything. 

  My mom walks in at that very moment. I stand up and she looks at me. 

  "Yes dear?" she asks sweetly.

  "SHE IS GOING TO KILL HERSELF RIGHT NOW AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!" I yell. She looks at me expectantly.

  "Well, technically, she decided her own fate. It's just unfortunate that you think I'm the cause of it." she says, breathlessly. I look at her horrified. I push past her, even though I'm not supposed to leave my room. "Where the hell do you think your going?!"

  "I'm going to save the best person who has ever come into my life!" I say, shocking her. I run as fast as I can. I get into my car. That's when I realize that she could go anywhere to end her life. But she had told me about her dream of falling off the San Andres fault. I start my engine and drive as fast as I can to the San Andres fault.

  The whole ride I cry and scream. I love her and I won't let her go this easily. She has to live as long as I do. She's the only one in my life who I know loves me back. My parents treat me like crap and don't care if I'm there or not. They only cared when I was with the person I loved. 

  As I start approaching the San Andres fault I see someone to close to the edge. But its not just any body...

... Its December...