her last night.

her last thoughts on her last night

Before she fell to the ground on her last night, she thought of everything that everybody will thing after her last night is over. She wrote it down. "I gave her flowers for her birthday one year... its like i didnt mean anything to her..." "i miss her now shes gone... i wish i could have gotten to know her better ..." "is it real...?" "Is she actually gone this time?..." the happy thoughts about her would turn to sarcastic comments the month after her last night. She knew it. " well she finally finished one thing in her life." "Couldn't make it through 4 years of high school.. ha. What a loser." The comments would soon turn into philosophical statements used in college essay applications the year after her last night. "When i think of her, shes like a ghost in my eardrum edging me to work harder." She could plan out everything that would happen the days, weeks, months, even years, after her last night. It wasn't very difficult. Nothing was very difficult. "I love those pink flowers around her portrait" she doesn't even like the color pink, but her mother does, and even 4 days after her daughters last night, she still trys to have complete control over every apect of her daughters life. the life that ended 4 days earlier. "I would like her to be in a satin dress and have all her scars covered" she can picture her mother saying that 2 days after her daughters last night. "Goodbye" would be the last words her father would say 4 days after his daughters last night. "I love you" would be the last words she'd hear on the night of her last, spoken by her brother.