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Clay's

"Clay wake up"

"Clay?"

"Come on you promised me to take me to the mall"

I pull the sheets out of my face.

"Fuck off jay"

"But clay yo-"

"I said fuck off!"

He left me.i can hear sobs from the next room.

"God"i whined and walk to his room.

I didn't see jay.and the sobs were gone.but something catches my eyes.

Jay's book.

He told me not to read it because it's his privacy.

Well,he's not around so,why not?.

J,

Clay is sick.i hate seeing her like this.i hate to see my sister crying in the middle of the night.it breaks my heart whenever i hear her crying.she always cries in the middle of the night whenever she's sick.i just want her to be okay again.

J,

Clay is in the hospital.she hasn't woke up for 3 days.im so worry.i don't want to loose her.mom cries everytime so does dad.i hope clay will wake up soon

J,

After clay wakes up and came home from the hospital.she has changed.she used to take me to the park and things.but whenever i ask her to take me to the park she always tell me to go away.

J,

I wonder why clay doesn't go out and see her friends anymore.after she got dropped out of school she used to hang out with them.clay is kind of weird now.

J,

I can hear clay crying next to my room.i can also hear my mom and dad talking to her.the words that catches my ear are 'pills' and 'lives'.what are they talking about?.

J,

Clay become skinny and skinnier day by day.i dont know why.last night i was going to use the bathroom when i saw her door was a little bit opened.i saw her sitting on the bed.she's talking to someone and said "no.leave me alone.you're not real".who is she talking to? Mom and dad are downstairs..

J,

I miss the old clay.i miss my lovely sister that used to smile and play with me.but now,she always stay in her room and doesn't want to come out.

And that's it.the last thing he wrote after his death.ifelt like a shit.i regret everything that i have done.i flip another 3 pages.then there's another one.an the date is 3 days after his death.

J,

Where am i?


How could he write this when he's already gone?

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