Hi my name's Kessie and I have done something terrible. I had no idea what this would do to the people around me. All I can say is...don't fall like I did.
Jim and I walk along the sidewalk that winds into the concrete building, passing the sickeningly sweet flowery bushes that run along the path. But everything seems faded and yet, somehow brighter? It burns my eyes and it's all so bleak at the same time, in some wort of ugly flux. I guess that's just what seeing the scene of the crime does to you. Fuck this building and fuck this place with all it's preppy kids and plastic models. I don't want to be like them anymore, not since I basically became worshiped, just how much I was wanted. The candlelight vigil was... like some sort of fucked up concert. Just candles swaying in the wind, flowers just for me, but the damage I left in people cut through everything like a knife. Part of me was happy to see them in pain like that, till I saw how deep it ran. I'm still thinking of this as Jim walks through school. He just drifts through the crowd, getting a few hellos here and there. Maybe today will be somewhat normal. But then at the end of the hall, behind a glass case on display, Jim saw it.
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My painting. I can see it on his face that he forgot it was still up. Jesus Christ why haven't they taken it down already?!?! Jim lets a few tears fall down his face as he drags himself towards it. I'm trying so hard not to cry but he's so out of it he doesn't care. Everything hurts too much to care right now.
"Jim, Jim please I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." I manage to choke out.
God it's her painting. The Lady Underwater. It looks so much like her. I don't even notice that I'm walking toward it until I'm a foot away from the glass. In the corner, she scrawled her name, Kessie Goldbrooke. Even her name was like a fairytale. Kessie Goldbrooke. Kessie. I gingerly press my fingers to the glass, running my thumb over where her name would be. She always said it looked nothing like her, but I think it does. I can't do this.
Jim just stands there for what feels like an eternity then he turns and walks straight out of the school building. I follow close behind like always. I really destroyed him.
My suicide really destroyed him.
(A/N) Hey guys what's up? Also, can we just take a sec because I drew that in photoshop with my finger and it looks pretty damn good! The struggle to draw a human face (or any face really) is REAL! Ok sorry, I didn't mean to brag I swear. Ok vote this story and leave a comment! Thanks and you all are amazing have an amazing day or night or morning and THINGS WILL GET BETTER.
