in memory of susanna
better late than never, right? because this is definitely too late.
i don't want to sound too cliche here or anything, but i'm your long lost sister. well, your half sister. but that's close enough, right? when your dad... did what he did, i was the constant reminder to him of what he'd done. i was only two years younger than you, so i watched you grow up in school and thought every day of how we could have been sisters. proper sisters.
your dad (i hate calling him my dad, because he's not) left me and my mum to fend for ourselves. i won't give you the details, but it was hard. really hard. and your dad just pretended i didn't exist. like i wasn't his daughter. sometimes he'd even come back and talk to mum, but never me. i was just a mistake.
a fucking mistake.
just like this was... your death, i mean. it was a mistake. a simple and easy mistake.
you should come back, susanna. mum always taught me mistakes can be undone.
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
