in memory of susanna
i'm so sorry, susanna, i never meant to kill you.
my life has crumbled since you ended your own, and i can't help feeling selfishly sorry for myself. i remember all the names i called you and all the times i made everyone ignore you just for a joke. i was horrible. the memories of you haunt me every day. ironic, because i'm writing this for "in memory of susanna" and it is your memory that is killing me.
i blame myself. everyone can see i'm falling apart, but no-one knows it's because of you.
i hope no-one reads this. they say all of these notes will be kept secret, left in the box until 30 days afer your death and then burnt near your grave. not many people have written you a note, but i see all the stares at your empty seat in history with mrs grey and i know they all think of you.
the question that haunts me every day; is it my fault you took your life? [i hate the word suicide. so abrupt and harsh. but heavenly to say, when the letters just roll off your tongue. regardless, the word suicide is like a punch in the stomach.]
me and my friends have stopped calling you the names we used to. we instead call you beautiful, and that is that.
it's funny. because you were invisible when you were alive. and now you're not.
YOU ARE READING
in memory of
Teen Fictionlower case intended. a piece of fiction. the people i dedicate chapters to aren't necessarily people i talk to. but they are people who inspired my stories [although they may not know it.] Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly
