Our Perfect Ending

Deathbeds

Bryce's POV
It's been a week since Samantha committed suicide.

I've haven't moved from my bed except for the times I needed to go to the bathroom. I've sat in bed and listened to music and cried. I've hardly ate or drank anything.

It's an understatement to say that I miss her. I can't live without her.
There's a knock on my door. "Bry? Can I come in?" My mother asked from outside the door. I groaned but she came in anyway. I rolled over to see her and Addison. My mom left and closed the door behind her.
"What are you doing here?" I asked quietly. "Trying to get you out of the house." She said going through my closet. She threw a shirt at me.
"Good luck cause I'm not leaving." I shoved my face in my pillow. Addison pulled the blanket off of me. "What the fuck." She opened the curtains and I'm blinded by the sun. "Seriously?" I asked her.
"Get your ass out of bed."
"Fuck no."
"Well I'm not going to let you sit here and waste your life crying over some loser girl who killed herself." I whipped my head around and glared at her.
"Get out. Now."
"Make me." She challenged me.
"Get the fuck out of my house." I said with anger in my eyes. She looked scared.
"Fine Bryce. We're over."
"Great, because I never really loved you anyway." I said as I slammed my bedroom door and locked it. I closed the curtains and collapsed back into my bed.

My phone began to ring. I groaned and picked it up. "What do you want?" I asked harshly. "Bryce? It's Jake." I rolled my eyes.
"Hey Jake." I said bluntly.

Jake is Samantha's loser of a brother. He's always hated me because I was closer to Sammie than he was. "Samantha left a note for you in here room. I didn't read it but maybe you should come by and get it." The thought of going into my dead best friend's room is terrified me. I don't want to but I'm going to go. Just in case there's something important in that letter. "I'll be there soon." I said quietly and hung up.

After I rolled out of bed I looked in the mirror and shrug. I slipped on a pair of vans and walked downstairs. I grabbed my sunglasses from the kitchen table and ran out of the house.

After I got to Samantha's house I used my spare key to get in. "It's just me Jake." I yelled so he can hear me. I walked to the basement where Samantha's room is.

We never really hung out much at Samantha's house. She just never wanted to be here. I had only been in her room a few times. The last time I was there, I was thirteen, and to say that it had changed was an understatement. Last time I saw her room the walls were painted white and had nothing on them, her room was boring.

Now the walls were painted a teal color and one of the walls was covered in posters of our favorite bands. The wall opposite to that, had pictures of us and some quotes. I looked at her desk and saw the envelope. I sat down on her bed and I tore it open the envelope to begin to read the letter.

By the time I was finished, I was crying all over again. I just laid in her bed replaying all of my favorite memories. God I could lay here all day.

Once I built the strength to get up, I collected all of her albums, and books, and notebooks. Just like the letter had said. I pulled out a box from here closet and put some other stuff I had wanted to keep. A few pictures of us and bracelets that she wore quite often. I also took her laptop, she was very protective over it and would never let anybody, not even me, see what's on there.

I stood in the doorway of her room and looked around one last time. I closed the door quietly and left her house.