Dear Zoe,
They came to take your stuff today and your parents came too. Your mother was a sobbing mess but she hugged me. It felt so good to have someone there for me now that you were gone. They took everything but left your lucky charm bracelet, the one you were twirling when I woke up from my coma and you smiled at me and said.
Well at least you tried. You can now say I tried killing myself but miserably failed. I am destined to live this miserable life forever.
They also left a piece of paper with my name on it. Thank you for the awful portrait of a butterfly and thank you for actually saying goodbye. Although not technically. But it's the thought that counts.
They're burying you this Friday and I wish I could be there to see your final resting place, but they are taking you all the way across the country and the doctors said I can't go. They say I'm too weak and it's too dangerous. Well if I do happen to die on the way it would be a matter of time don't you think? But I can't negotiate my way through the doctors. But I got one thing across. I asked your parents to bury you in a black floral dress and they agreed. I know you would have loved it, we bought it together. It's just the right amount of cheeriness and sadness in it.
We'll meet again in heaven I believe. Or hell if it is where outlaws like us belong. Till then friend and sister. I love you.
YOU ARE READING
We Shall Heal
Short StorySadness doesn't suit a pretty face like yours. Tell me. What does? Happiness.
