in memory of s̶u̶s̶a̶n̶n̶a̶ bitch
i'm sure you've read all about people being "sorry" and wishing they could "turn back time" to "save you". yeah, well, read it from my perspective.
i hope you're fucking happy, susanna. you only need to look down and see what you've done. see your mother, crying her eyes out every minute of every day, haunted by the memory of you? see your little brother and sister, confused and dazed, wandering through each day? see your classmates, the ones who used to tease you, now emptily staring at your seat?
you've destroyed this damn town. it was too small for something this tragic to happen.
i blame you. you've ruined everything.
lucy hasn't been the same since you killed yourself. she fakes smiles, and i can see it. it's because you made her guilty, don't you see? if you'd been a little stronger and taken the names she called you as a joke, like she intended, it wouldn't be like this. how can lucy be my girlfriend for much longer if she's dying inside?
i hope you're happy. your death will trigger many more.
YOU ARE READING
in memory of
Novela Juvenillower 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
