Jerome's P.O.V
A soft knock filled my room, I ignored whoever was knocking because let's face it- it's probably Mitch.
"Jerome? . . ." A feminine voice whispered gently, I lifted my head from my hands. "Jerome, it's Lizzie," Lizzie said.
I slowly got up from the bed that I laid on, and walked past the clothes and various items scattered around my bedroom. "Please, open up. . ."
I continued to roam near the doorway, and soon stood in front of it a few steps later.
I wrapped my left hand around the golden colored doorknob, feeling it's cool metal surface from being underused.
I slowly twisted it open to see Lizzie, hair all over her face, puffy eyes, red spots on her, and a damp face overall.
"I k-know who made h-her s-suicide..." Her voice cracked and stuttered as she spoke, and I didn't realize that we were hugging because all I could pay attention to was the statement she just informed me.
After we stopped hugging and released each other I gently placed a hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eye.
"W-who?" I feared for this information I was about to be told, but at the same time I needed to know.
"A-Annabelle," she coughed after saying that, and sniffled.
"T-the girl at t-the f-funeral?"
She nodded. But something seemed off. She wasn't telling me something...
YOU ARE READING
The Suicide Notebook
Fiksi PenggemarBriana 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?
