Unbearable

Chapter 6

The next morning I woke up to my world being flipped all around...
I heard a knock on the door, and I quickly rose from bed and ran down and answered the door, there stood a policeman. "Can I help you sir?" I say to him. "Yes ma'am, are you Ms. Jones, Marisa Jones?" He asked. I stared at him with a puzzled look for a minute, and answered "Yes?" He said, "I'm sorry to inform you ma'am, but Kelly Hays killed himself last night around 7 p.m." Was I hearing this right? No. I couldn't be. This can't be happening. "K-k-Kelly?" I stuttered. "I'm very sorry, ma'am, but you were the first person we've told, besides his parents. He left you a note, in fact, I have it right here." He handed me the note, and I looked up at him and saw him shed a tear. "It'll be okay, ma'am. Things will get better." He walked off. I quickly ran up to my room and locked the door and sat down on my bed. I opened the note, and read...
My dearest Marisa,
               I couldn't stand the pain anymore.. Yes, pain. I've been bullied all my life, and it finally got to me enough, and I decided they was right. I'm probably going to hell, but it's where I belong. I hope nobody else reads this note besides you, because it's meant only for YOU. Marisa Jones, you are the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on, and I'm so sorry that I didn't realize that sooner.. I'm glad that you were the first girl id ever made love to.. Yes, it's true I was a virgin until that night, because I realized that I wanted you, and that you the perfect girl to do it with. I'm sorry, I know this will tear up your emotions, but it just makes me happier to know I'm out of everyone's way. Marisa, I want you to know that if I could go back in time, I would of loved you sooner. Did you see that word? Love. I love you. I know, it's kinda late to be telling you this, but I love you very much. You made me feel wanted, and that's an amazing feeling, knowing the person you want the most, wants you, too. This note drags on and on, but I just want to make sure you know all about how I felt for you. I didn't answer your texts, because the last text I sent would've been goodbye, and it woulda been hard for you to of asked me to text you tomorrow, because there would have been no tomorrow for me. I didn't want you trying to talk me out of suicide, because you're worth more than my life ever was, and you don't need me to worry about. I love you very much, Marisa Jones. Thank you for the last weeks of my life. Goodbye.
                  Love, Kelly Hays.