Violet and I headed to the mall early in the morning.
Violet asked me to try on dresses with her.
I fell head over heels for the one with the black lace.
I wasn't going to the dance but I bought the dress anyways.
If I was going to go through with the plan and kill myself after Christmas I might as well spend all my money. It's not like I can take it with me.
Violet got a red dress.
It was adorable.
They cashier at the store was named Paco or something.
He kept staring at my bruises.
I helped V with her hair and makeup as the time for the dance drew nearer.
The doorbell rang an hour early and in walked Cody in a suit and tie and also Bradley in a suit and a tie and a boot.
"Hey, Cait. I was going to ask you on our mini road trip but you know, I kind of got distracted, so I'll just ask now. Will you go to the Mistletoe Dance with me," Bradley asked.
I stared at him for a minute. He was staring into my eyes. He was trying not to stare at the bruises.
"It's a good thing I bought the dress," I said as V and I ran upstairs to get me dressed.
Mr. and Mrs. Despain decided they wanted to take pictures of us before we left.
"Hey if we switched injuries," Bradley joked, "we'd be Bruised Bradley and Car Crash Cait."
"What a pair we are," I smiled.
The beginning of the dance was rather enjoyable, that is until a certain dirtbag arrived.
I could help but flinch when he walked pasted.
And Bradley couldn't help but notice.
"Was it him," Bradley asked, "did he do this to you."
I didn't say anything.
"Caitlyn."
I nodded my head yes.
"What exactly did he do? Can you tell me?"
I didn't say anything.
I couldn't bring myself to speak.
Bradley started heading towards Cooper.
"Wait," I grabbed Bradley's arm, "what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to beat him with my crutch."
Paco or Something,
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. Next time I'll cover it with concealer.
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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...
