mikeys pov
"you're mother was pregnant with me a year before you were born but didn't tell you because she didn't want you knowing about me" he said "you killed your own sister you raped your fucking sister"
"im sorry" i said "im sorry"
"do us all a favour and kill yourself" he said
"i will" i said "i don't know why i ever did that shit and i apologize"
"whatever" he left
i rapped my sister.
i didn't know i had a brother or a sister.
my sisters dead because of me.
incoming call from dad
"hello?" i said
"hello" he said
"your mother she uh she just passed away" my dad said
"no she didn't no i don't believe you you're lying" i said
"mikey go home okay ill talk to you when i get there you can't come to the hospital" he said and hung up
she's dead i can't believe it.
she was an amazing mother she doesn't deserve this.
i know what i have to do now. i rushed home and got out my pen and paper.
dear bryce,
you're the only person that made me feel welcomed at this new school. you're my best friend and I'll never forget the times we would sit on your roof and check out every girl that walks by because we're just that desperate. ill never forget the times where you would come over and raid my kitchen and then we would go back to your place for more food. you've helped me through everything and im glad to say that you're the one person that has kept me from killing myself for these past couple of months. if you do end up finding this i want to say thank you for everything thank you for being there for me when no one else was. just thank you. i love you bryce.
love,
mikey.
dear mom and dad,
mom you've always take care of me when im not feeling well or if im sick. you're always there no matter what happens and i want you to know that i have always loved you and i always will. ill see you in heaven. dad you were someone that i can't thank. you were never there for me. you never called me to apologize. you walked into this house and acted like my father but we both know you were planning something and when i wasn't home you did it. you killed my mother. not with a gun nor a knife. you chocked her to death because you couldn't handle the fact that you still love her and she's dying, you couldn't handle the fact that she is the sweetest lady in the world most importantly you couldn't handle the fact that i love her more then i could ever love you. i hope you go to jail again i hope they sentence you to death and i hope you go to hell. but you're still my father and i do love you.
from,
mikey.
i walked over to my closet and took out the rope i used to use to sneak out of the house. i attached one end to my ceiling fan and attached the other end to my neck. i kicked the chair i was standing on away and waited. i was finally out of breath and everything blacked out.
"MIKEY WHAT THE HEL-" was the last thing i heard before i died.
authors note: im gonna write an epilogue and then the book will be over :))
love yalls❤💦
