Short Stories Of Nonsense

Story 2: Cassie

It was years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday, the day I lost the one dearest to me. My best friend, we'd known each other since the second grade. Her name was Cassie, she was a brunette with beautiful hazel green eyes, she knew how to make me smile no matter how sad I was.

I wish I could have been able to do the same for her.

Cassie and me had a routine, every morning we would send a text to each other saying good morning and asking how we were. I would tell her how I was, and she would tell me how she was.

But the thing is, when she told me how she was, she always just told me she was 'good'. But on the day's I got to see her in person, she would show everyone a smile of happiness. If you only looked at the surface you could say she was doing good.

But I looked deeper, I saw the dull look in her eyes. There was no spark or happiness to be found with in them, only a lasting sadness.

I would try my best to try to help her find true happiness, but anything I did never seemed to work.

During our 6th grade year one morning while I sat at my desk waiting for Cassie to show up, and for class to start, our teacher got a call.

The night before I was at Cassie's house, we were just hanging out like usual. But Cassie and her dad got into an argument, she soon had me leave after.

When the call was over our teacher stood at his desk, shock and horror etched into his face. He slowly made his way to the front of the class.

"Students.. I have something unfortunate to tell you. Cassie- she's dead." He exhales. "She committed suicide.." my teacher couldn't continue talking for he was sobbing, along with the rest of my class.

I cried too, but refused to believe she was dead.

Till the day of her funeral came. All of the class was there, no, just about everyone in the grade level who knew her and loved her was there.

As her closest friend, they had me speak some about her, but only my cries could be heard. I wish I could have stopped her that day, I wish I could have saved her, helped her, I wish I could have done something to prevent her death.

But it's too late now, and the only person I ever held dear is dead. She died such a long time ago, yet I still see her in my dreams, hear her voice echo in my mind, feel her touch even when nothing is there. Her memory is all I have left of her, and to this day I cry like a baby whenever I think of her.