October 2

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Hey Mer,

I went to your house today. Your room is just the way you left it... I remember when I first found you lifeless in your bed... I still can't believe it. I have another headache and it seems to get harder and harder to breath every minute I stayed in there. Still, I stayed in there for another hour. You left me a letter. I found it under your mattress. I'm sorry, Mer. I couldn't stop myself. The tears wouldn't stop. Correction: the tears won't stop. I wish I had never found it. I thought I was getting better... now I'm back at square one. I shattered your mirror. The ugly thought of you standing in front of it and criticizing every inch of yourself made me wanna throw up. Instead, I punched it. I'm sorry to say that I found great joy in the shards sticking out of my knuckles.

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