Sasha is acting strange around me. Or maybe it is just the pessimists changing my view. How can someone be so messed up?You are so perfect and I am so not. Maybe that's why mom and dad hate me. I write slow, taking my time. What else am is supposed to do? Sit and listen to my thoughts? If I do I might never finish these notes, telling my story. I am too far gone to save, even if you can save me I will never be happy. It is better this way. I know it is. Maybe not for you, but I am being selfish. This is good for me, death that is. I know I will hurt the people I love, but I won't take anyone with me. I will be lonely in heaven. But that is better than being lonely her, even though I am surrounded by people. Everyone feels so far away from me. Even when they are close to me in reality. I can't take the loneliness anymore Wilma, I can't.
I fold the note carefully and place it next to me. Tears are flowing down my cheeks. I have never felt pain this acute. I open another note.
YOU ARE READING
The Funeral
Teen FictionMy brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his...
