✓ | OVERNIGHT ( ORIGINAL )

xxiii. overnight.

EPILOGUE.

[ xxiii. overnight. ]

TRIGGER WARNING!!! MENTIONING OF DEPRESSION, EXTREME SADNESS, AND SUICIDE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

DEAR JANE AND ELEANOR,

I don't know how to comprehend my emotions. Hell, I don't even know how to live a sustainable life on my own without anyone. Without Devyn, without Briar, without Harriet, without Scout. It's all my fault. What happened Halloween night was all my fault and I deserve this. I won't be normal ever again because I've seen things that weren't meant to be seen.

My mind will forever me a nightmare even if I ended up living. The skin piercing screams will end up keeping me awake at night. All the stares at school would individually stab me as I would walk down the hallway. I know this for a fact because we don't have enough money to move. I wouldn't be able to be homeschooled. I wouldn't be able to smile ever again.

I sound dramatic, but I swear to whatever God above me, I was so scared. I still am scared. I'm really scared that whatever the hell lives in that house will come out to get me one day before my demons would. They would get me the way they got everyone. I wish to both of you that you never see someone's face ripped off, stabbed, their guts spilling out of their stomach, and even watching your best friend bleed out.

I'm sorry for being a troublemaker. I know I stressed you out, Jane. I've been in detention ever since I entered middle school. I promised myself I wouldn't end up like my parents. I wouldn't rot in jail as my children live life without having an actual mother. I just couldn't help myself. It was in my blood, something was bound to happen. Instead of becoming a druggie, I became a murderer.

              I will never forget Briar. I won't forget Devyn. I won't forget Layla, Scout, Liam, Harriet, Caroline, Calum, Melina, even Delancy. Yes, Delancy. The famous Delancy St. Claire that Eleanora always called a slut. Delancy was always misunderstood and she deserved so much better. Can someone please find her? Is she alive? Why am I writing this?? I'll never know.

              Life is pointless. You were born just to die. Why am I here? I never really thought about life since I wasn't a sentimental person. You can't be emotional to think about life, you need to be emotionless. You need to feel things that would make your body collapse and make tears. Fuck (I'm not sorry for swearing) I'm writing this as if I'm already dead. Wild.