I slept in the next day and sighed as I walked downstairs to hearing the tv so quiet you can barely hear it. "Finally your awake." My foster mom groaned.
"No school today." Was my answer as I started making breakfast for my mom since I knew she would ask sooner or later.
"I thought today was Monday.." she groaned. "I was looking forwards to having this house to myself without you around." I sighed as I brought breakfast to her mumbling to myself.
"Ya I wish it was to." I walked back into the kitchen and made myself some breakfast. After eating I walked out and walked to the mall.
At the mall food court I saw Clair's family they looked miserable. I walked over to them and smiled kindly. "Hey." I smiled a bit as I sat in the one empty seat.
"Hey." Lilly smiled shyly at me.
"How uh.. how is everything?" I asked biting my lip nervous. Clair's father looked away sighing.
"Well we all miss her..." I nodded agreeing with him.
"Ya... She was an amazing friend and an amazing girl all together..." I looked down running my fingers through my hair to calm myself down.
"How is it at home?" Grason who was Clair's brother asked me. I just shrugged and sighed.
"Still stressful but things are.. well.. they are what they are I guess." I watched as he nodded before eating his edos. I looked at Lilly as she was looking at me lost in thought I am guessing. "I gotta go. If I don't make dinner tonight I am in shit." I sighed standing up and waving to them before heading home.
After I was done cooking and setting the table I called for my parents before grabbing my plate and walking to my room sitting at my desk grabbing my pen and a piece of paper.
My dearest friend.
I miss you. How you been doing? I wish there was a point to me writing these letters but the only thing that keeps me writing is to let out all my pain. which is working slowly but still. I don't think it will ever take the pain away fully. I talked to your family today. I am sure they are having a hard time dealing with this pain as well. I hate this pain and I hate myself for not noticing the pain you went through every day that lead to you doing what you did...
I will always miss you...
YOU ARE READING
Letters to my dearest friend
Spiritualitémy dearest friend. I miss you. what's it like up in the sky? are the people up there finally nice to you? because down here they still talk shit. they don't see they pain they caused you... not get at least.
