reasons why [re-writing]

Eleven ❁

The Last Reason

December 9, Monday

Loria City, United Kingdom

I enter the classroom and all eyes are on me. I know exactly why, it's because for the first time in my two years of being early, I came to school late. Our teacher seems to be absent since they are all chattering before I entered. I see Lachlan give me a sad smile, the other lads do the same.

To say that I am sad is an understatement. I am more likely confused, frustrated. How can someone just leave a letter saying that she's leaving when the other person still has unresolved feelings? How can Skye do this to me?

I take my seat near them and drop my bag to the floor. Lachlan was about to say something until Kaedee approaches me, holding something.

"Skye wanted to give you this," she says, not looking at me in the eye.

"Where is she?" I reply, slowly getting a certain disc in her hand.

"Just watch it, you'll find out eventually," she replies, going back to where Skye's empty chair is. I sigh and observe the disc given to me. A note is sticked unto the disc's case. The Last Reason, it says in Skye's fine writing.

"Dude, you've got to read this," Matthew says, handing me the school newspaper. I look at it and see that it's on a certain page. He points at the work of Skye. I start to read it in my mind,

In my three years of studying here in Freeman Secondary School, I am proud to say that I have learned a lot. I have learned from my experiences here and especially from the people I've been classmates with ever since I entered this school. I thank Mrs. Saunders for giving me an oppurtunity to share a certain poem of mine before I leave. This one's for a certain boy who not knowingly, fixed a broken person like me. For Jeremiah Lewis.

I pause. This is what she was keeping from me. She didn't want to shag Elliot Saunders, she was fixing up a poem, a poem for me.

I continue reading,

She was

She was the girl who was depressed

All her words were left unsaid

Her feelings she concealed

Not wanting them to be revealed

She was the girl who was fragile

She thought she wasn't worthwhile

For her heart was like a glass

That will shatter in a blissful mass

She was the girl who was broken

She always felt forgetten

She loathed herself completely

She wanted to die desperately

She was the girl who was found

By a boy who was proud

He knew she was a mess

Though he loved her nevertheless

- Skye Levi

I stare at the poem and read it over and over. I need to get the hell out of her and look for her. Hell, I need to see her. I stand up from my chair, grabbing my bag in the process.

"Oy mate, where are you going?" Matthew questions.

"I'm going to see Skye, I need to." I reply.