I walked past Violet's flowers on my way in.
I was lead into Violet's room by the overly sympathetic police officer. No one has said anything more about her, but I know that Violet's gone. Why else would I be lead to her room. Even though I was preparing myself, you imagine life without them, but you never really imagine what they look like dead.
Violet still looked like a flower. However, no longer like a violet, rather a broken rose. Her cliche purple hair was now stained red with blood. Violet's lips were turned upwards and her eyes were wide open.
The police officer who lead me into Violet's room sighed behind me.
"Poor girl, we talked to some of her friends at school, they all said that she was a lively happy girl. They couldn't think of why she would bring herself to do such a thing like this. However, there was something about a break up, but according to her friends she was fine with it. Happy about it even, and it happened months ago." The woman said.
"Figures." I replied. I sense the woman frown at me.
"What do you mean? Did she not have many friends?" The woman asked.
"No." I said simply. "It's just that I've found that you never really see the good in people until they're dead, & all of the bad is somehow erased from memory." I turned to look at the woman. "Everyone was already dead to Violet." I turned away, and I grabbed Violet's hand and sit down on the floor. I gazed over the stationary body to observe more. I noticed a flat squarish object in the pocket of the jacket she was wearing.
"May I?" I asked the police officer.
When I got no reply I glanced behind me to find that I was alone. I was grateful for that. I took out the object and recognised it as Violet's diary.
"You once told me it was a sin to read a girl's diary." I said. "But you were always the more religious one."
As if the pages were fragile petals on a flower I opened the book and found myself frowning at the first few sentences.
x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x.x
Hello Dear Flowers,
How are you all?
The Diary Entries will begin next chapter,
Just to let you know.
{Vote & Comment & Smile}
Love ya.
Heather x.
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Faking Diary Entries
Short StoryIn which a girl commits suicide & a diary is found. "Words can be lies." Cover by @stardustingly • • • Started on the 02/05/2017 Finished on the 25/05/2017 Highest Ranking #XXX
