Sasha is barely talking to me. Even when we are in the same room. She always seems distracted, and guilty. It makes me sad to see her like this. I don't want to leave her alone, especially if she isn't even happy with me here. I don't want to leave you alone either, I think I will miss you the most. The fun times we have shared. The pranks we have played. I want you to forget it though. I want you to forget me, but it is not an option. I want you to take the memory of me and tuck it in the back of your mind. I don't want you to think of me. We will be together again, but not for awhile. Enjoy your life while you have to Wilma.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, I don't want to read the rest. I need to though. I put the note down on the bed and pick up another one. I open it slowly.
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...
