Never Let Me Go

Lighthouse

                 

A/N: Before you all read this, I would like to take a moment to address a few things.

Suicide is a real life problem, and is growing rampant among our generation. Depression is no joke and I say this from personal experience. Unless you've been down that road, experienced depression and/or had suicidal thoughts...it's hard to explain. I've been there. This subject is not something I just decided to include in this story for the hell of it. It's close to my heart, and while it did bring up old scars, I'm grateful to say that I was able to beat it. Others have not been as blessed.

On a lighter note, as you know, we appreciate every single one of you. Real shit. We do this for you, for the votes, for the views, for the comments, everything. Words can't describe our appreciation for your sticking with us the past few years. As we near the end of this story, we just want to make sure you know we probably wouldn't have even made it this far without your support.

Also, I just want to mention something. Wattpad is always on some shit. Comments made on earlier chapters (aside from like the latest 2 to 3) don't end up in our notifications. I don't even get emails. I literally have to go and read through each chapter, and check the comments myself to see them. That's why the replies come so late. It's not us avoiding you, it's us oblivious thanks to Wattpad. Smh

Okay, this is becoming entirely too long. I'll shut up. Lmfao

As always, enjoy!

PS) I suggest you listen to the song as you read. I made sure it's a video that actually plays within the app so you don't have to open it in a new tab or through the YouTube app.

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Death

Such a simple word, huh?

Too bad the easy spelling and pronunciation are the only easy things about it.

It's something we all have to experience or at least have secondhand experience with, but no one is ever really ready for when that day actually comes.

I know I wasn't.

Words can't explain the pain I feel, the million and one questions running around in my head, and the relentless guilt that will forever reside in my conscious.

I should have known. I should have fucking known.

Kaydence wasn't just depressed, something Maya and I have sadly experienced, but she was clearly suicidal as well.

Maya didn't go that far, but I did. I used to cut for heavens sake. Why didn't I see the signs? They were all there. I could have prevented this from happening. I should have prevented this from happening, but I didn't, and now an innocent child is left parentless.

"Hey."

I look up to see Maya standing in the doorway, awkwardly starring down at the floor.

"Is it time?" I whisper, wiping at my eyes. I chose not to wear makeup, and clearly that was a wise decision. After all, with all the crying I've done these past few days, it seems only wrong to waste time and money by applying something that's only going to get ruined in a matter of minutes.

She nods sadly, walking over to me and sitting down beside me. "Can I read it?"

My eyes follow the path of hers to the spiral notebook on my lap. I tap the pen against the lined paper, and agree, passing it to her.

I follow her eyes, watching as they go from shock, to anger, and ultimately sadness. "It's beautiful Aria."

I don't comment on that, but rather redirect the topic to cater toward her. "You should do it with me."