in memory of susanna
they say you took your life late at night with a handful of pills and a razor. that's a dark thing to hear, i know, but i heard it all the same. i wonder if it's true. the only fact i know is that it was late at night, because the whole town was grieving the two days after. [your mum and siblings kept it a perfect secret on that first day.]
we were lab partners in middle school, but we were nothing when high school started. i used to talk to you for forty-five minutes every day, and then there was nothing. zilch. nada.
i made my own friends and you had none.
you were nice in middle school, as i remember. shy, quiet, but clever. you always let me copy your work in lab, so i got high grades. i think that's the reason i failed the lab test at the end of middle school, but that was my own fault. not yours. not really.
to you, i was someone-you-used-to-know.
to me, you were someone-who-became-unpopular. now you are the-one-who-killed-herself.
and i am very sorry for that.
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
