"She's gone."
"She killed herself."
It hits me like a brick. Why?
They try to comfort me, but I reject them. I push them away and grab my head, my hands buried in my hair.
They start to come towards me, but I reject them again. "STOP!" I scream. My fingernails are digging into my scalp.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" I yell. Their eyes are full of worry. "STOP!! PLEASE!!"
My voice cracks and I start whimpering, "Please, don't. Please, I don't want to hurt anymore people."
I turn and run to my room, locking it. The tears that were threatening to spill wins and I start crying my heart out.
Why? She didn't deserve this. She didn't. Someone knocks on my door, but I ignore it.
It was all my fault! Mine! I wasn't there for you when you needed me the most! I'm sorry.
I hug my knees and cry. Whoever was outside stops trying to get inside my room and leaves.
I cry for what seems like hours. Repeating the same words in my head over and over and over again.
"It was my fault. I should be the one to die. Please don't leave me now."
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If You Died
Short StoryThe title says it all. Remember, no matter what you're going through and how horrible it is, you'll get through it because you're strong. Check out my other awareness short story books!
