I walked up to the head stone marked Malcolm. Jessica Malcolm. The inscription on the white marble reads "Jessica Malcolm
January 22nd 1994-September 30th 2012
A life taken away much too soon.
'Don't believe what you're eyes are telling you, all they show is limitation.
Look with your understanding, find out what you already know and you'll see the way to fly.-Richard Bach.
May She Live On In Our Hearts." I rest the roses over where her head would be and walk away. I get into my car and drive to the beach. Her favorite place and as the sun steps on the horizon, mothers tell their children that its time to go home. Jessica will never get to do that. And after about an hour of just sitting there in the sand, the stars come out. I pull out the note and the gun. I read the note over as I raise the gun to my temple.
"My beloved Jessica-
You were Angie, I was a rolling stone. You were a kite, I was the string. You were a knife, I was bleeding. You were a bullet, I was dead." I pull the trigger.
A/N
Was that totally horrible? I hope not. Sorry for slow updates. My math teacher seriously doesn't understand that he is terrible at teaching. Or at least teaching the way I learn. Ugh! So I'm sorry I killed them both. If you hate me so be it. But please don't. I find confidence in writing of death.
Thank you for reading and remember to check out my other stories:
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