Forgotten Life

Epilogue...

I found her, dead. Lying on the floor with her wings spread like she wasn't scared for anyone to see.

You did this to her.

It was my fault. If I had come sooner maybe she would still be alive. Her wrists had been cut by the same rock she used to write the letter. They were cut with the rock, the rock carved my name into her skin. My name was her death. As I knelt down beside her lifeless body, I saw where her eyes last saw. Her own suicide note. She died, looking at her own pain.

Wes, I cant do this anymore. Understand me, you will live with this for the rest of your life. You killed me. You brought me to this. And you will be the one to find my body with your name on my skin. Wes, how could you do that to me. You love me, then leave me like I'm a puppet. Maybe I was. This note isn't just for suicide, but for my love to you. I loved you, Wes. You knew that. I figured out your plan to save me. I just couldn't save myself. I wasn't strong enough to ignore the pain which was lurking inside. You didn't understand then, but you understand now. I couldn't live with the fact that you killed me inside, nothing was going to change that. I saw my mother commit suicide, I saw you hit me,  you starve me. That's too much pain to live with. Some people can deal with it, I've tried for too long now. Michael and David both know you weren't really hurt, I realized it after I read your thoughts. That's when I decided what was going on. I was a little caught off guard but hey. It happens. Wes, I cant say I love you because I'm not there to say it. I don't want to say it through a stupid suicide letter. You are going to have to live with the fact, you cant save everyone, Wes. You try and this is what you get in return. Hurting some one you love. You betrayed me and now you'll live without my forgiveness, I don't forgive you. Die, Wes. If you truly love me, die and lets be together. In a world where we don't have to hid our wings. Even if its in hell, we don't have to hide. If you had warned me earlier, maybe...just maybe we would be together. You had a choice, you chose one, then went to the other. That was your mistake. This suicide note of for my killers, Love, Hate, Pain, Agony, and Wes. You didn't physically kill me, you mentally drove me to insanity, That's what killed me. When were together we will make it official.

When you bent down and said four words to me..

In return I'll say one word....

YES...