A/N This is a short letter/poem instead of a full story, but it does tell a story. Also, this is purely fictitious, if you worry about this. That's all.
To: the girl who lays six feet
Underground
You chose this, when you made
The noose
Still hanging in your bedroom
I can still see it,
Hanging in
Your bedroom
I can still see it.
I can still see it.
Even
When your older brother took it down
In tears.
I can still see it.
I can still see it.
I'm sorry.
You chose this
They say, but I know
I know
I am the cause
Of why you are six feet
Underground
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sincerely,
Your former best friend.
YOU ARE READING
Days (oneshots)
General FictionRandom oneshots of little sections of the lives of different people living different lives and worlds/realities. Names mentioned here are all completely fictional. Some of these stories will be open-ended, so use your imagination on how it ends, or...