I was Paris, and I guess I still am. My life sucked. I thought so at least. My Mother ran away when I was nine, after my parents got in a gigantic argument about money. I haven't seen her since. My father was difficult. Wanted his things his way all the time. He was also a workaholic so I barley saw him. I had a handful of friends. There names are London, Carter, Lily, Owen, Jocelyn, Dean, and Gwen. I had one more friend Auntumn, but she did the same as I did, gave her own life. She was diagnosed with depression when she was 16 and she couldn't handle it. She gave her life 4 month prior to mine. I missed her so much, she was my best friend. That was enough to pull me over bored. On the day of January 17th I just couldn't take life anymore. I gave a hug to all my friend at school that day. Like the huge "I freaking love you guys." hug. They had no idea on what I was going to do. I even told Owen that I loved him, but he didn't feel the same way about me. That was defiantly the final push. I left a note for my father, saying good bye and that if mother ever came back tell her I'm sorry.
I then sat on my bed, and took the pills.
YOU ARE READING
My After Life(Revising in Process)
أدب الهواةHi guys. I'm Paris, or I was at least. I didn't think my life was all that great. Not a lot of friends, bullied, Family problems, and not so hot when it came to boys. So I committed suicide. But something weird happens then, I become a ghost. And ap...
