She was just a girl, but... she was dead. She didn't look dead. Her face was pure and lively, and her smile was as bright as the sun, and you not seeing was doubting. She was shy though shy to speak in class or to people. But she was a sweet girl i wondered why she didn't have friends. She sat at lunch alone in the darkest corner she could find. She was not normal, not in a bad way but just different. She always wore jackets. I wondered why she would wear them all the time even in the burning heat. She still always smiled and her face was always shining like a diamond. One day I noticed that she was skinny, skinnier then the week before. I don't know why I then noticed but I did and it worried me. It worried me more when I noticed she was not in the lunch line as she usually was. When I saw her she didn't have food. I wanted to offer her food but got scared and decided against it. Everyday from then on she got skinnier and skinnier and soon she looked like a twig. I went up to her and asked
Me: Are you okay?
Girl: (No answer).
She didn't even look up at me. I sat down next top her and we sat in silence. I did this everyday after. We never spoke, she never looked at me we just sat there together. She still never got food. One day after I got my food I went to where she was and I asked her...
Me: Please say something , anything.
Girl: I'm sorry.
Me: What for?
Girl: For existing, being the way I am. :(
Me: Why are you sorry for existing? I always wanted to talk to you but I just never did.
Girl: I don't know I just am and there is no point in talking to me.
Me: I want to help you just please tell me what is wrong.
She didn't have time to answer because lunch ended. I couldn't wait for tomorrow, to be able to finally help her. I woke up early that morning because I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking abut her and how I could help her. I thought about like what if I couldn't help her or what if she didn't let me. When I got to school something was different... she wasn't there. I didn't think much of it I thought maybe she overslept or didn't feel good. Days pasted and she was still not at school then it hit me... she wasn't coming back. There was a knock at my door and it was the girls mom
Girls mom: I am so sorry to have to tell you but Anna past away. She wrote this and it said to give it to you so here it is.
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I will write the letter in the next part. I hope you enjoy it so far
~B~
