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i stare blankly at the wall.

at her picture.

her beautiful senior picture.

she had such a beautiful future ahead.

my mom puts her hands on my shoulders and chin on my right.

"i miss her too." she says.

i smile and lean my head on my moms.

i leave her there.

going slowly up the stairs.

that day olivia kogan was added to the list of suicide deaths in our district.

my best friend, my only true friend left.

as i walk the halls i hear numerous 'sorry' and 'you're in my prayers'

but it all means nothing.

because they don't mean a damn word that comes out of their mouth.

i'll never get to see her beautiful pale skin again.

i'll never get to look into her cold yet warm eyes.

i'll never get to make her smile or laugh ever again.

i set my backpack down and sit at the edge of my bed.

i quickly open my backpack and grab the two roses.

i go to the bathroom and fill up the tub 1/3 of the way.

i set the roses in the water and sit at the edge of the tub.

they stay together and don't ever separate.

two roses for my two best friends.

ethan, my twin brother died two years ago in a car accident.

and olive, mine and ethan's best friend since pre-school, who died 3 weeks ago. of an overdose.

and i'm not ready to add a third for myself.

because olive wants me  to stay.

she wants me to be here.

to graduate for her.

to get married.

to have kids.

goodbye olive.

"thank you." i whisper.

i feel a pressure on my shoulder as i look back in the mirror to see blonde hair.

it disappears as i stare at nothing.

i hear it faint.

'no thank you gray'

olivia wesley kogan died of an overdose at 1:45, at the bell of seventh period.

she is known as the girl who died in 7th period.

the girl who died in 7th period

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