I decided to go to my funeral when it happened. I found a cute black dress that I had always wanted to wear but it was too short and I was uncomfortable with how I looked in it. But since no one could see me it wasn't a big deal. I still liked the dress.
My casket was beautiful. So were the flowers they chose. Lilies decorated the chapel where they held the ceremony. Lilies, just like me. I couldn't make myself look inside the casket at the viewing though. I didn't want to see that.
Carson gripped mom's hand with his own smaller one. He patted it whispering that it would be okay. He was younger than I was, and still coming to grips with reality.
I don't think he even knew what suicide was yet.
But he knew I was gone.
Even as he tried to comfort my mom, I wished I would wipe away the tears that flowed silently down his cheeks.
He shouldn't miss me that much.
No one should.
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After Suicide
Short StoryWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
