"You see her? Walking down the center of the isle with her head hung low?" It points. "See her bending down at the railing? See her reviving communion? Do you see?" It says.
"Yes, yes, I see."
"That's your girlfriend. She is an important reason we are here."
"Oh. Why are you showing me this? Why are we here?" It turns around. It doesn't have a figure but is only a blur of a being. It wears black. Or maybe it is just black. A black blur of life and death.
"I want you to notice everything here."
"Um? Why?"
"Just do it."
"Um, okay." I do as it said. I look around. I have seen this place before but I am not sure where. I look at the people. There are not that many, yet there are a lot. It seems as if we are at a church. I see the minister in his robes. What else do I see. I look around some more. It seems as if it is a Easter service or something based on the amount of people here. But that's no the mood I get from the room. There are no happy colors, and happy dresses. Instead its people dressed in black with handkerchiefs by their sides.
"Why are we here?"
"What do you see?"
"Are we at a... funeral?"
"Yes."
"Who's?"
"Yours."
"Mine?!"
"See what you did?"
YOU ARE READING
Hi, my name is suicide
Teen FictionYou all hear the voices in your head everyday. But have you ever thought that those voice are an actual being? Well they are, and her name is suicide.
