The Note

Four

"Here is a remarkable woman. She could've changed the world, or maybe she already has. She loved. She laughed. But in private, she sobbed. I loved her. She was my best friend. But she was hurting. She gave joy to so many people, though she isn't that popular. She might have changed the world. We may never know. But she has changed me."

The crowd slowly clapped, some of them dabbing a tissue to their eye. I sat down and tried not to tear up. Half of these people hated her. Laughing as she messed up on her words.

I spoke after her mom, and after her dad spoke, the Reverend came back to the podium and announced that if anyone had any final words for her, that now would be their chance. No one stood up, and he declared the funeral to be finished. I know I should go to the burial. But I'm not sure if I can.

I have to go back to school tomorrow, and I'm ready. The pity looks will welcome me with open arms. And I will accept the embrace. If I deny it, it will anger me, I know it will. And I will not let that happen again.

I will do anything to fix what destroyed my sister.

Her mother gave me her note...
Her last words...
Her final goodbye...

I haven't read it yet. But I need to. I know I do. But, somehow, it hasn't even been looked at.

As I reach my car, I dig into my purse and pull out her letter...

"Hello, I am Mace. Weird name, but I like. I am just like everyone else, I have a friend (Arrow), I have loving parents, and I am passing eleventh grade. One unique thing about me is that I am dead.-"

I slam the letter shut and drive home sobbing.