Letters from the invisible girl|| Joe Sugg

17: 2015

November 20, 2015

Dear Joe,

Goodbye Joe. I love you. You deserve better.

I never deserved you. Please remember me when I'm gone. I know you don't care about me Joseph. You don't love me. Don't pity me.

I love you and Zoë. Knock some sense into her Joseph. Alfie isn't a good person Zoë.

I love you Joseph and Zoë.

Sincerely, Amy.

I threw my book onto my bed. I grabbed my grey suitcase and dropped it onto the floor and wheeled it out into the hallway.

Sighing; I ran my fingers over the salmon walls of the hallway.

"I'll miss you," I whispered to the walls. The only thing that would listen to my cries for help and my ranting on and on about Dalky.

Dalky was my imaginary friend. I loved Dalky.

Dalky has always been there for me. For the laughs, cries, midnight talks, pills, doctor appointments.

But Dalky left and that pushed me over the edge. Dalky left me because she said I didn't need her anymore. Dalky was a tall middle aged woman, pale skin, she was like a pin-up. She had black hair that was always curled. She wore heavy mascara. She had such a calming voice that I could listen too for hours.

Dalky left me because I was going crazy.

I'm not crazy.

A least I won't be.

I shoved the suitcase down the stairs and ran back into my room.

I slammed the door shut it, locking the doors, I smiled.

I looked at my bed-stand and walk over to it. I run my fingers across the drawer and opened it.

The shiny black metal of my gun shone when the sliver of light hit it.

I grabbed it and the clip.

I opened the clip and it revealed bullets. I closed the clip and loaded the gun.

I sat on my bed and held the gun in my tiny hands.

I grabbed my book and ripped out the last letter.

I sucked in a short breathe as I brought the gun to my head. I panted as I looked up to my ceiling. I saw Dalky come and sit next to me. Her cold hands held my one free hand. I bit my lip and started the count down.

1...

2..

3.

Bang.