Chapter 15(TRIGGER WARNING)

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(^this song kinda goes along with this chapter and it is my first HU song, so it means a lot to me) Ay state testing is finally over for 7th graders! I have been thinking about what to put in this chapter soooo yea. I actually planned. Enjoy! By the way, if you are easily triggered, I recommend you don't read this chapter.


"Ava! Go to our room now!" Aron yells. I mouth the word 'yes' and run to his room. I was supposed to be 'sleeping' but no. I had to listen to him so I could get out of this hell hole. I open the door and sit down in a wooden rocking chair. 

I feel something in my back pocket. I stand up and grab it. It's the note from the picture frame. I never read it.

3749 W Clam Rd. 57834 
Los Angeles, CA
5/7/2010

     Dear Aron, 
I have gone through so much, and you were the only one there for me. I tried to  tell you I liked you, but I didn't have the guts. I have loved you for awhile. I can't believe I am doing this to you. I write this as I sit on a bridge. Who knows? Maybe someone will push me. I know you moved to California a while ago, but I still live here in Nevada. I don't know about your religion anymore. I don't know about you anymore. I am just sitting here in the rain. I am in pain every day, coming from many different people. 'You're so fat!' 'You're so stupid!' Any many other things. I wish I didn't have to think this way, but I'm just beat down more each day. These few people have done so much to me. I have done so much to me. If only you were here. 

     Don't think you did this. You are the reason I wasn't dead last year in 2009. You were my light. You were my happiness. You were my everything.  I love you so much, yet I don't. I can't, I hope you are able to find someone who can love you freely, with all their power. I'll see you in hell:) Remember us saying that all the time? Joking about it? It's back again. But it's not a joke.

Sincerely,                            

Lana Elizabeth                 

I remember hearing about her on the news when I was younger. Lana. She was about 3 years older than me. She was found on the trail we lived on. Her wrists were split open and her lifeless body hung from a tree. When they took her down and into the body bag, there was a piece of paper in her shirt pocket. The medical examiner grabbed it and the letter was sent to Aron's address. They also found a razor blade with blood on it. They took DNA tests and it was her blood. They found Lana's body because neighbors were complaining about a horrid stench. They found the note and her body on May 23, almost a week after her suicide. That is all I know, since the news only tells some things. I didn't even know Aron in 2010. Yet he chose me.

Lana was beautiful. Her perfect light blonde hair, almost white, with her perfect body and perfect face. I couldn't get over her eyes. They were the lightest shade of blue. She was perfect. It sucks how people like her suffer through things like this. It sucks for anyone to do this. 

I begin to wrap the paper back up but something is taped to the back. Another fucking blade. Above it was some writing.

Here is one last thing to remember me by. I'd rather you have it than it be flushed down the toilet.

I hold it up and take a deep look at it. It had dirt on it, probably from when the police found it on the ground. There was also some dried up blood. I was about to get up and wash it, but I decided not to. It was Aron's, Lana gave it to him, and I don't know if he wants it to be clean or original. I would think original, but you never know. I hear Aron coming up to our room and I slide it into my pocket. Not the best place, but I don't want Aron to cry about her. Besides, she was my sister.

I kind of got into the mood with this, I swear. I typed the fastest I have ever typed. I just got done with my math test which I DIDN'T fail on and state testing is over for everyone now. We can stream music and be online. i am so happy because I haven't been able to log onto my Wattpad for I don't even know how long. I'm sorry this chapter is kind of sad, but be prepared for the next one. I have some plans >;)

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