I didn't write anyone yesterday.
Or the day before that.
I didn't go to school.
I couldn't move.
Even now I was still sore and bruised.
And worse then that. My ego had been wounded.
I didn't think I could ever face those boys.
I knew my mother would make everything worse if she knew, so I was staying at Violet's house.
I stared at the ceiling.
I wished I was dead.
There was a knock at the door.
"Cait, can I come in?"
The voice outside the door belongs to Violet's dad.
He's been the only real father figure in my life since my dad passed away.
The door cracked open and he came and sat at the foot of the bed.
I refused to look at him.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?"
I still didn't look at him.
I shook my head no.
"Cait, whoever bruised your face like that deserves to be behind bars."
I stayed silent.
The last time I said something...
The last time I told...
I wasn't going to make that mistake twice.
"Just let me know when you're ready to talk, Cait. And remember, you can't stay in this bed forever. You're going to have to get up and go to school at some point. You can't let these bullies stop you from living your life."
Stop me from living my life?
What life?
I was dead inside anyway.
Mr. Despain,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. Thank you for letting me stay at your place.
YOU ARE READING
R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
