I couldn't sleep that night. My head just kept spinning and I couldn't calm down. I started panicking my breaths uneven and quick. I saw her lying there in the lavender, small sized box shaped perfectly for the contents inside. I walk up slowly with my heart racing to find a horror beyond imagining.
"Kelsey, this isn't funny wake up!"
I started shaking her violently, slapping her face, screaming until I thought my organs would spill out. She never moved. No signs of life at all... I hugged her with all of my might and started scream in agony.
"Your my best friend Kelsey why did you do this to me?!"
Tears trickled down my face like a waterfall. I curled up in a ball on the floor crying until I felt like I was dead on the inside. The pain of the emptiness was unbearable, but I somehow managed to fall back to sleep once again.
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Historical FictionThis is a story based off of a true story. A girl finds out that her friend is suicidal and grieves. She dreams of the same nightmare every night. How will she cope with this burden that has been put on her shoulders?
