My friend's mom was driving me back to my house, my friend in the backseat next to me.
"So how was your day, Roger?" My friend's mom said, trying to start a conversation.
"It was pretty good. And you?"
"It was good! Thank you for asking!"
I turned to my friend. "You have a good time?" She replied with an eager nod.
We sat in silence, approaching my house. Suddenly, she pulled out her phone, went to the Notes app, and started typing.
She did this whenever she wanted to tell me something private but there were people around.
She finished typing and gave me the phone to read.
"This is the last time you will ever see me. After this, you won't ever see me again. I'm leaving. "
I frowned and mouthed, "What? Where?"
"Suicide, Roger."
I handed her phone back and covered my mouth to not make noise, and sobbed quietly.
"Is everything alright back there?" Her mom.
I wiped my face and smiled, at the rear view mirror, where she was look at us.
"Oh, hey, yeah! We're just really tired."
My friend nodes in agreement.
"Alright well, don't you worry, we're almost there!" She looks down from the mirror and keeps driving.
I look at my friend.
"Please don't..."
"I'm sorry, Roger."
I shook my head, wishing that I'd never get home.
"Here we are Roger!" We pulled to a stop in front of my house. "Hope you have a great day!"
My body automatically got out of the car, shut it, and walked to my porch. No. Stay. Stay in the car. No...
I turned around and watched them leave. I looked in the backseat.
Her window was down, she was looking at me. She had a sad smile; I never wanted to see in my life.
I woke up.
YOU ARE READING
My Dream Book
Random"Should I make a dream book?" "No I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't I?" "Because it's gonna be fucking embarrassing!" "Your fucking embarrassing." "Fuck you!" "What time" "..." "..." "..." "Bitch I'm making that dream book."
