As I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling and the soft sound of piano plays in the background "Why do you never go out?" My mother's voice echo's in my head. A single tear falls down my face then another and another, I can't help but let them fall. All the memories start to flood back. She died so long ago yet I still can't let go. I refuse to let go of her memory. My throat begins to tighten and my chest becomes heavy. It's getting harder for me to breath as I hold back the pain. Everyone else may have forgotten but I haven't.
She was so young, had a full life ahead of her; the top of her class had the choice of any school she wanted to go to. Now that's all gone. It seems like no one cares, but me. I loved her, I can still recall her sweet smile and those eyes the color of the sea. It seemed her auburn hair always fell just right.
"I'm sorry it took so long."
"Don't be I'm just glad we get to see each other."
Her breath was heavy, "We should run away together, somewhere my parents could never find us. We could truly be together then without any worries." I can still picture that moment as if it just happened. I can still smell her sweet pea lotion that she always carried in her pockets to keep her hands from being dry. I have her the last kiss I ever would that movie scene perfect night in the park. We walked the trails for what seemed like forever. We ended up getting run off by the cops and from there we had to part our ways for the last time.
"AAAHHHHHGGGHHHH!" I couldn't hold back anymore. I reached over and grabbed my pocket knife of my bedside table.
"No one is home," the words came out of my mouth in a soft whisper, "We will be together again." My heart was shattered, nothing was left. I'm empty like the heart of Maleficent. This world is a cruel place full of people not deserving of people like her.
I stand walking across my room to my desk. My laptops screen still open to all our pictures together. She was so happy. More tears fill my eyes as I scroll through them. That's it I'm done, I give up. I squeeze the pocket knife still closed tight. I open Microsoft Word and began to type,
Dear Mom and Dad,
March 12, 2015
If you are reading this then I must be dead. I'm sorry it came to this. I never told you because I was scared what you might say. It's been two years today since she passed and I still can't get over her. I loved her. Julie was everything I could have asked for. You thought we were just friends but we were way more. Her parents found out but never told in fear of embarrassment. I mean how could such an exceptional young girl love another of the same. I guess that's why I never told, for god's sake, I am the daughter of the deacon. Well, this is goodbye.
Love always,
Callie
My vision starts to become hazy as the water works start. The letter comes out of the printer. I go to grab it but I can't bring myself to do so. I set down the knife and grab the bottle of Percocet's out of my desk drawer. Spilling the bottle into my mouth I take a large gulp of water. Grabbing the knife as I walk back to my bed. I take a large breath before bringing the blade to my wrist. Digging in I draw the blade up my arms.
"Go down the river not across," I mumbled through gritted teeth. The warm crimson liquid leaves my body and covers my bed. The knife falls to the floor as I lay back onto my bed. I use my free hand to grab her picture out from under my pillow, holding it tight I close my eyes and dream. My body becomes air as I fade from existence. I can hear her voice and feel her hand lift me from my body.
I open my eyes and I was in a forest clearing far away from everyone. There is a small cottage and there she is standing in front of the door. I run to her and catch her in my arms as she runs to me.
We are together once more.
-The End -
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