Annabelle's P.O.V
I thought about the funeral.
Lizzie didn't know who I was.
Could I even be there?
Was it rude to be at the funeral you caused?
My mind couldn't escape these two things- seeing her pass away and her funeral . . .
I'm a horrible person.
I've been seeing a therapist. I don't deserve help. I deserve hate. Worse than what Briana ever got.
I deserve the constant hatred Briana got.
Now- it's too late.
Lizzie's P.O.V
My fingers trembled as I was about to flip to the next page.
Wait... Before I flipped the page I got up from my chair.
Who's that girl's name? The one I never met? The one saying that it was all her fault? I widened my eyes as realization came.
SHE'S ANNABELLE!
She walked to the forest to see me and she introduced herself. . .
She made this happen!
That's why she said it was all her fault. . .
~ ~ ~
Someone tapped me on the shoulder, I turned to see the girl at the funeral who kept saying that it was, 'all her fault'.
Tears were flowing down her cheeks still, but she smiled at me and stuck her hand out.
"I'm Annabelle."
I sniffled, "Lizzie. . ."
~ ~ ~
Fury built inside me as my other emotions of depression and sadness seemed to vanish.
I started to inhale deeply.
Annabelle, you are DEAD.
YOU ARE READING
The Suicide Notebook
FanfictionBriana was a girl that got driven to suicide by bullying. What happens when her best friends finds a notebook she wrote in constantly. Pain Tears Depression Now Lizzie can experience the pain she felt... Well, not exactly but... Close enough, right?
