December 4,
its my birthday... whoop-dee-fucking-do. sixteen years of madness, I tell you.
my mom and Eddy haven't said a word to me.
my sister might've mumbled something that sounded like "happy birthday" in the hall this morning.
Celeste still hasn't answered her phone.
I haven't seen Chris.
The only one who wished me a true happy birthday was Chris' s friend, you know, Gabriel. He's a nice kid...I don't think he likes to see people sad.
I look at the date on the top of the paper.
December 4.
Yeah, that was Aimee's birthday but a year and three days later...
she killed herself.
death takes no holidays
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Fiksi RemajaTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
