Rose pov//
I'm listening to music and trying to write an essay that was given a week ago when my dog starts barking like crazy. The mailman is here.
I get out of bed and walk down to the door, no one is home...its just me like usual.
I go down to the mailbox and open it to find one letter.
On the front it says 'Rose' in a big print that was written in red ink.
I take it inside and carry it up to my room.
I stare at it for a second before opening it, it's a letter from her?
She hates me why would she send me a letter..?
As I scan the letter tears stream down my face.
I didn't know I was doing this to her. It was just to let off some anger! Oh my god..am I too late?
I dial her number and wait for someone to answer, it goes straight to voicemail.
Oh god, I stand up and get dressed in whatever I can find...
I'm going to the hospital.
YOU ARE READING
Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
