The night I decided to do it was Halloween. All of my friends went to a party.
I wasn't invited.
Maybe, if I had invited them to talk to me...
No, they wouldn't have.
The night I decided was the same night I told Bradley.
I don't think he remembers.
But I couldn't forget.
Especially as I sat at my neighbor's house, scrubbing egg of her door. There wasn't as much as I remembered there being.
"Oh, Caitlyn, you're such a dear," my neighbor, Widow Hodson, told me when I was done.
She was very sweet.
She was very lonely.
She invited me inside.
She made me eat cookies.
I hadn't eaten.
Not in days.
When I got home, I wrote her a note.
Widow Hodson,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. The cookies were delicious.
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R.S.V.P.
Historia Corta"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
