Dear Niall,
July 17
I can't do this anymore, I can't. I just can't do this any longer.
And I guess this is goodbye.
In my hand, I have an orange bottle. It's my dad's antidepressants.
I'm sorry, Niall, I just can't take this. I can't do this anymore. I keep thinking about Louis. About how he hit me, about how he touched me, about how he doesn't love me, about how I loved him.
I was up all night, just thinking. I'm going to take these pills, and I'm going to lay down and go to sleep. That's how I'll die, Niall. Peacefully. This is what's best. For me, for Louis, and for my Dad, who won't have to be responsible for me anymore. This is the right thing for me, I know it. This is how I'm supposed to die. This is it.
So, like I said, this is goodbye. You need to know that you're my best friend, you need to know that I love you. You need to know that I'm so glad that you've been a part of my life, and that you're the best best friend anyone could ever hope for.
I love you, okay? You haven't tried to come see me, so I don't know if you care, but I love you.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
July 17
I'm worried. I'm really worried about you.
Like, worried out of my mind. I need to know that you're okay. I need you to be okay. I love you Elle, and I will go to every extreme to make sure that you're alright.
C'mon, come out. Come out of your house, come talk to me. Hell, just let me know you're alive in there.
Love,
Niall
