The World Behind Us

CHAPTER 1

The day Rhonwen died, she left a letter:

Life gave me apples but I trade it to lemons. I cannot exchange it anymore. I'm stick with lemons for the rest of my life. I used to told myself that it can be peaches or pears but it was lemons all the time. What I mean is that I used to have a good life. I'm not poor not rich but I wanted to be someone, someone that people would be proud to meet or something like this. I made the wrong decision and now that the dice are thrown, I'm fucked. I'm not one of those little sheep that will follow the herd. I cannot. Not anymore. I need to end this feeling that has become a too great pain. I know that it would cause some pain but it is temporary. Please note that I took my own life. I've ended my pain. It's not anybody's fault.

- Rhonwen

She mailed the letter to the police department of Edgartown, attached to the letter a note notifying them where she was, what type of death she infected to herself and how she wanted to be dress when she will be cremated. Right beside her, stickled on her right hand on a square green paper, another note instructing who ever discover her to call the police and not to touch her.

She was smart to schedule the day and time the email should be sent. For nobody could stop her.

I knew everything from the news. When I check my phone, the mail from Rhonwen was here. But I ignored it. I open it just when I heard she was dead. At First, I thought it was just a joke, despite being broadcast on Tv.

I called Rhonwen. She didn't answer. I didn't have her parents phone number so I sat for a while. Still recovering – sort of - the news.

My phone rang. I thought my heart would stop. It was an unknown number.

" Daniel?"

The person at the end of the line seems to look for Daniel. I'm not Daniel. I hang up.