The Letters

Chapter 7: Letter Three

Lucas's P.O.V.

I can't believe she actually did it. Paige killed herself. I didn't think she would ever do it. It's my fault. If I hadn't been such an ass to her and if I didn't force her to do all of those things she would still be here.

I lie on my bed and stare up at my ceiling. I just got back from her funeral. Her whole family hates me and I know they have a reason to but I just wanted to apologize. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.

"Lucas?" My mom says through my closed door.

"What?" I say and look at the door.

"Someone's here to see you." She says and I sit up straight on my bed.

"Who?" I ask but she doesn't respond. Instead the door opens and one of the last people I want to see, walks in. Nathan aka Paige's friend.

"What do you want, Nathan?" I ask him, annoyed.

He slams the door behind him and glares at me.

"We both know how I feel about you. I think I showed the pretty well when I beat the shit out of you and I am so goddamn close to doing that again." He threatens.

"Then why don't you?" I say.

"Because Paige told me not to." He says.

"Well Paige is dead now." I say with a smirk. I know I'm being an asshole but I don't give a shit. But of course that sets him off.

He stomps over to him and lifts me off my bed by the collar of my shirt and slams me against the wall.

"She's dead because of you! You are the reason why Paige is dead!" He screams in my face.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper.

"Sorry isn't good enough! Sorry isn't going to bring her back!" He yells at me again then finally let's go of me.

"Here." He says and shoves something into my chest that looks like an envelope. Then he turns around and starts walking towards my door.

"I know you love her and I really am sorry." I say before he leaves.

He stops walking and turns around to look at me. "You don't know anything so don't act like you do." He says and walks out of my room, spamming the door behind him.

I go back over to my bed and lie down. I open the letter and start reading.

Lucas,

You're an asshole. I hope you know that. But no, I didn't write this letter to tell you how much you fucked up. I wrote this letter to tell you that not all of this is your fault. Yeah you are the reason why I became depressed but you're not the reason I stayed depressed.

I guess once I became depressed I never really thought I would be happy again so I didn't even try to be. And I know by killing myself I completely gave up but I'm not in any pain anymore and I'm not causing anyone else any more pain.

God, Lucas. You were my best friend! I trusted you with almost everything and you took that away and made me feel so, so stupid. I don't understand why you did it and I never will. And then when you told me you didn't care if I killed myself? Well I hope you're happy because I'm dead. You'll never have to worry about me again.

Why did you do it? Why me? Why that? I get you wanted pictures like that but watch porn or something; don't go around threatening your friend who stayed by you through a lot of shit, for nudes. I know you probably hate me for going to the police and part of me regrets it too but I know if I didn't it would have gotten a lot worse than just pictures and you would have made me do a lot more things that I didn't want to do.