Well, here it is:
Everything Lauren couldn't tell you.
She shouldn't have to
But I don't think she
Could, even
If she wanted to.
But I think now,
You deserve to know.
Lauren
Was happy
When she was younger.
I was her best friend
Even then, so
I should know.
I remember all the times
We played dress-up
And made cakes and
Went on weekends away together
With our families.
Lauren also had a
Brother.
He was six years older than
Us but he was
Overflowing with charisma
And confidence, just like his sister.
I saw him as a brother too,
Just like Lauren was my sister.
Being an only child can
Get lonely.
So, I suppose what happened
Next was all my fault.
And to this day,
The guilt lies heavily on my shoulders.
When Lauren's brother was seventeen,
He had a house party and invited
Lots of people.
Lauren invited me round
To keep her company,
But we only planned to
Stay in her room and watch films.
We were ten but
We had inklings of what
Wild parties were like.
And we could hear the music
And smell the alcohol
Even from upstairs.
A drunk couple,
Who were very much into each other
Pushed open the door at one point
And Lauren went over and
Kicked them out.
I won't lie,
I was a little scared.
And although Lauren didn't show it,
I'm sure she was a little too.
So, we went to find her brother
To see when the party was going to
Finish and whether
He could tell people not to barge into our rooms.
We did not expect
The mass of teenagers that
YOU ARE READING
Faded
Teen FictionBecause in the end, we are all irrelevant. Especially me. {A series of notes and letters written by a girl called Chloe McMullen, found in places you would least expect}