-Echo's P.O.V
The empty, hurt expression Harmony wears makes me feel like I'm dying all over again. Oh Harmony, I wish I could help you, but how can i help anyone, when I couldn't even help myself. I want to hold her, wipe the tears from her eyes, I want to tell her it wasn't her fault. That's when I hear the whispers
"Echo Harper? How?"
"I always knew she was messed up"
"She was kinda weird"
"I wonder why she did it"
"You should ask Harmony, I bet she knows"
I want to scream at the now. They cannot bother Harmony. I turn around to see if she's ok, and I see that she's fainted. Guilt pulses through my veins, this is all my fault. Looking around the room; some people are sad, but most are just stunned. They keep asking why. If only they knew.
I'm not sure why, but I drift through my classes the same way I always would. In Language Arts, nobody is paying attention, so Ms.Tackett stops mid-discussion.
"Ok, I can see none of you are up for talking about sentence structure. Would you rather discuss Echo, and her suicide?"
I like how she says suicide, rather than passing, or even death. She doesn't act like I'm the victim; she acknowledges that I did what I had to. No one says anything for a while, but just as Ms.Tackett is about to continue with the lesson, a timid hand goes up.
"Yes Cali?" Ms.Tackett asks
""Well. . . Do you know why she did it?" She mutters, then looks down.
"I'm afraid not," Ms.Tackett shakes her head, "Does anyone have any ideas?"
"Maybe she was sad"
"Maybe something happened"
A sarcastic snort breaks through the murmurs, "Or maybe," Evaya snaps, "none of you actually know. Maybe she was selfish, maybe she was tired of dealing with everything, or maybe she she couldn't stand you idiots any longer."A hush falls over the classroom, "What? Everyone was thinking it I just said it," Evaya acts like she has nothing to be sorry for. And in a way, I guess she doesn't. But she knows nothing, none of them do. They're just grasping at wisps of smoke, when the fire is elsewhere. They want answers, they want someone to hug them and tell them it'll be alright, that I'm in a better place. Well, I'm not. But I wish more than anything that I was.
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One Day Too Late
ParanormalEcho's dead, no doubt about it. She hung a rope and let herself drop. So why is she still here? She's trapped on earth, and the only person who can see her is Jordan, a boy who died earlier on in the year. She's forced to watch her best friend strug...
