Addi,
I can't get this thought out of my head.
I can't remember what you looked like before you died I can't only imagine you with your hair in your face and blood soaking your shirt. It hurts to see you like that.
How am I suppose to see you as anything more than my dead sister, when that's all I can see?
Mark Isaiah
YOU ARE READING
letters to a ghost
Short Storyabout a boy who writes to his little sister every day until friday ⚠️ this book deals with the following: -death -grieving -depression -loss - slight PTSD & night terrors -& survivors guilt it's purpose is to show the process in which mark excep...
