Doesn't Anyone Remember?

Don't you remember her?

The bottle blonde with pale green eyes?

The girl with the freckles that made her look like raggedy Anne?

She killed herself.

2 years ago.

I remember when I first met her.

It was kindergarten.

The first day.

A girl who looked like a doll greeted me

"Hi! I'm Lucetta."

A doll-like name for the doll-like girl.

"I'm Allen. I like your necklace."

She looked down at the purple-black stone that hung near her chest.

"Thank you. My mommy got it for my birthday."

The one who died in a car crash a few weeks later.

Lucetta tried eating poisonous berries so she could see her mother again.

Suicide attempts:1

When we turned 13, I started calling her things like "doll" "Anne" "Polly pocket"

I always put my arm around her shoulders, and she never seemed to mind.

When we were fifteen, a few months before she died, I found her cuts.

And I asked her why.

"It's like a better form of alcohol, or drugs for that sake. You're in control of your body, you can drive; basically you can do whatever the hell you like without saying stupid shit."

My hands ran back and forth on her wrists, trying to rub them away, trying to take away the pain.

Trying to do the impossible.

I'm the one who found her when she died.

I was the first one to school, and the first thing I saw?

Pale green eyes.

Yet they were glassy and they were-

They were lifeless

I almost collapsed.

And I almost collapsed again when I read the note

"Dear dad,

I'm sorry that I'm making you lose the rest of your family,

But I was just a burden, right?

Lucetta"

I remember that her dad was verbally abusive.

He called her a burden every single day.

"Dear 99.99% of school's population,

Fuck you.

Lucetta."

But the last part was what made me close to collapsing.

"Dear Allen,

Take the necklace.

Keep it safe for me?

Give it to a wife, a daughter.

I'll see you again.

I'm so sorry.

But the alcohol was too strong this time.

I love you,

Doll.

Ps:this is SA #15"

"I am sad to announce that today at about 7:00 AM, Lucetta Williams took her own life."

Nobody cried.

There were a few "That girl the guy called doll?"s and a lot of "Who's that?" But there was only one strangled scream.

That scream came from me.

Her suicide note circulated the school.

When my mom got home later, a flyer was on the doorstep. She brought it in, and looked at it.

Her face paled and she dropped the paper."Oh my god."

On the flyer was a photo of Lucetta Williams.

Doll.

"High school girl commits suicide"

We've rarely had someone commit suicide here.

But this time they had 2 in one day.

Because tonight, when my parents thought I was sleeping,

I never woke up.

And I would see her again.

I would see Doll.