The jump

Mr lastor (part 2)

Sitting on her bed with me was Mr Smol, he gazed up at me intensely with his glass eyes. I cupped him up into my hands. This bear was a gift to Tia when she was 8, and 10 years later she had refused to throw it out.
18 years of her life wasted. I couldn't help but feel responsible for what had happened. I was always so pushing, and I had such high expectations for her. I should've been easier on her, maybe if I had she'd still be here. I lay on her bed holding Mr Smol close to my chest. I allowed it to give me comfort like how it gave to Tia and began sobbing. Tia, I'm so sorry. I should've helped you more. I'm so sorry. Tia's note fell from my hands and onto the floor, but I didn't care about the note anymore or what was on it. Mrs Lastor was right, it's not going to bring back my Tia.
There was so much I didn't know about Tia, and that was evident in her note. I didn't know why she jumped. She wrote of torment being thrown at her, but by who? She wrote about how she changed herself to fit in with people that she didn't consider friends but when... why?
I continued sobbing harder than I did before and I felt like even Mr Smol who wasn't alive being was judging my childlike behaviour.
I need to know why Tia did this, and there was only one person who knew the reason.
I moved out of the fetal position I was in and got off Tia's bed. Her covers were no longer neat, and out of habit, I fixed it up, smoothing the covers out until it was neat again. I walked to Tia's desk and opened up the desk drawer, revealing a small, velvet box. It was a gift from Lethia, Tia's best friend. In her letter, she had requested that Lethia gets this gift back.
Knowing why you left us is the most important thing to me right now. You left us in the dark, I'm lost.
We really wish you were here Tia. We miss you... I miss you.