She's a Manic

Chapter 3: All Apologies

The last zine she left was strange. The shortest she's left. No one could figure what it meant. Now we know, a week later.

Feminized Rebellion

Issue #39

Dear Ladies,

This issue will not be normal. I am telling you that now. There will be no talk of rebellion. This issue is personal. Keep it close, I don't know how else to do this.

I can't always be here. I can't be here long, I just can't. I'm sorry that I can't, really. But I have to go. This zine could die, unless someone else adopts it. But please, for my sake, and everyone's sake, don't let the rebellion die out. Take my guitars and scream out new lyrics. Love each other. Take my leather jacket, keep it wrapped around your shoulders. Don't take anyone's shit. Fight the principal. Fight the teachers. Hell, fight your parents if they're wrong. I won't be here. But keep yourselves alive. This is your Cherrybomb, signing off one last time.

All Apologies.

She said nothing all day. She didn't stop to talk to anyone. She left immediately on a Friday for the first time. We made a mistake, and didn't check.

The found her the next morning, in her little alcove, a bloodied piece of rainbow cloth clutched in one fist. We never bothered listening to the cause of death. We couldn't think of why she would.