"Are you feeling alright, Estelle?"
"Honestly Mrs. Field, I am kind of having a migraine. Can I just go upstairs and like rest?"
"I'm sorry Rebecca, but my daughter's not feeling well."
"Sorry, Mrs. Field." I hoaxed.
She looked stunned but she easily composed herself.
"Take a rest, Estelle. I know you need it."
And I headed straight to my room and locked the door.
After my boyfriend died, or after Deck killed himself, I love to be alone in this room.
I find peace in silence and in this silence, I can talk to Deck.
Me and him, just him and me.
Baby, did you really think that suicide is the only way out?
Why didn't you tell me that you couldn't deal with life anymore?
You know I hate hearing this from the others but...
Why did you really kill yourself, Derrick Field?
YOU ARE READING
Why Deck Killed Himself
Short Story❝everything he saw was black so he ran away to the dark paradise.❞ [language: english || very short chapters]
