Tuesday
I didn't go to school today. I didn't talk to anyone.
Wednesday
I didn't go to school or youth orchestra. Hope and Maureen texted. Jess didn't stop texting. I haven't read any.
Thursday
I had a nightmare that I killed Izzy with my own hands. I still felt the blood cover my hands when I woke up.
Friday
I don't know if they had the funeral yet or when they will. I don't think I could bring myself to go anyway.
Saturday
I'm going back to school on Monday. I've missed too many days.
Sunday
I never saw her body.
Monday
I never said goodbye.
Tuesday
Delaney: You're never going to text back. I'm never going to see you again. I don't know if you know I'm sending this wherever you are. I just want to say goodbye. Please just let me say goodbye. This is my final goodbye. Goodbye, Izzy, goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Perfect and imperfect
Teen FictionA true love story. Based on a true story (...that hasn't exactly completely happened yet) Yes Zoë. I am actually doing this. THIS IS NOT EDITED!
