After I leave school I go home to work on my project. I quickly walk home to my lonely house. I draw a thinking map to brainstorm ideas. I stop because I know I can't do anything other than be a failure. All of the sudden I feel something I never had felt, determination. It tells me I am worth something and I can get out of this obstacle in my life. This sudden rush makes me do something crazy, I pick up the pencil and write.
Dear death,
I have never had the pleasure to meet you so I would like to share what I would like to say to you. I hope you take the few things I said into consideration First of all why? Why do you take the few things I had in life and throw it out. You make them suffer and take them off the face of this earth never to be seen again. I hope you know what you have caused. A depressed 10 year old living all alone wanting to take her own life as-
I grab the paper and crumble it. Who was I kidding if I gave my teacher that I would be put in a mental institution or cps would take me away from this hellhole . Or both. I put away my pencil and grab nine dollars and sixty seven cents exactly . I walk to Mels flower shop. I am a constant visitor there. Any time I want to visit mama I get her red roses. Its her favorite after all. I bet mel wonders what the hell a ten year old girl is doing with roses, and why she gets them so much that she knows the exact price. Oh well he gets money from it so he never asks questions.
As soon as I walk in I drop the change and he hands me the 12 roses while looking down at me with a sad smile. I grab the roses and walk to the hospital. It usually takes me about an hour or two depending on how fast I walk. I think of mama and start crying. keep thinking how mama would react if she saw me crying. I need to stop thinking like this. She's not dead just in a coma. I finally reach the hospital room ,
"Hello mom um I just wanted to say hi here is more red roses for you". The silence is my only repl. I take out the dying roses from last week and put in new ones. As I threw away the old ones my fake smile falls and i'm crying all over again. I hug mama and for a second I swear she hugs me back. Thats it im officially going crazy. "I love you mama" I croak out and grab a tissue to wipe my tears its getting harder each day to even cope at all.
Brianne's Mom POV:
Seeing my Bri cry hurts my heart so bad. She always brings me roses every week. I wonder what I have done to get such a wonderful daughter as her. It makes me sad that I cant be there for her. I really want to but im dying and it would take a miracle to wake me up. I really am trying but its impossible. I am thankful for the one hug god allowed me to have. I was able to hold my baby one last time. I think im ready to go now. I have to accept my time is up. I hope my baby will do good on her own. "I love you too" I reply with the last bitof energy I have and go into a calming state.
Brianne's POV
"MOM"? All of the sudden I hear the beeping line. Oh my fucking god
