Suicide Letters

Dear Luke. . .

Hey, buddy. . . Um. . . yeah, this is kinda hard to tell you.

Yep. . . I'm gone. I was pushed to my limit.

Now you're probably gonna go and hit the gym to take it all out on the punching bags or whatever but that won't change the fact I killed myself.

I know how you forget about things. You take everything that reminds you of that certain thing and burn it or throw it away. I don't want you to do that. Especially since I'm letting you have the guitar you gave me for my birthday.

Play your heart out. You can sing. I know you can. I've heard you before.

Even though you were about three years older than me, not related to me at all, and kinda stopped hanging out when you turned 15, you were a brother to me. You and Marcus. Oh, there should be a letter for him too.

I remember when I was 8 and Marcus would be playing with Jai and kinda leaving me out you'd come along and we'd pick out one of the three puzzles you had in the game closet and we'd see how long it would take us to put it togethter. By the end of the week we could put the great big one (the one the size of the big rug in the livingroom) together in less than two minutes! Puzzle master minds!

Give Marcus his letter for me, will ya?

Your "sister",

Nɪᴄᴏʟᴇ <3

P.S.

I asked the Big Man if I could be next to you when you read this. Look to your right.