It's her funeral. It's barely a funeral. Her dad is in jail as of right now. I'm trying to make it up to her, even though she probably won't know.
I'll be speaking at court against him, trying to get him locked away. It's the only thing I can do. Besides give the letters to my friends.
Ex friends. I decided that because they made me do these things, I'd rather have no friends then them.
I'm crying. There's barely anyone here. A few teachers, and kids at school who feel bad. There's also her Aunt, who was her mother's sister. She's crying too.
I feel so bad. I want to end it all but i can't. She's right. This is all my fault so I need to live with what I done.
I was so mean. I drove her to do this. To kill herself. To take her life.
The others don't feel bad. They're not here. I actually can't even believe it. We had all been suspended for two weeks. It was a blessing for them, they got go stay home and have sex and drink and do drugs with each other.
But for me, it was a constant reminder that I had killed someone. Someone I like.
Liked.
I don't know what to do anymore. I finally convinced my mom to move. We're leaving next week. I can't stay here.
The police did let me go to her house and get some things that reminded me of her.
I took her sketch books, some of her reading books, and an oversized hoodie that could fit me with a 69 on the sleeve and back. At least I know she had a sense of humor.
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This is the end of Dear Bully. I will be having some bonus chapters for you who are wondering what the letters to Jame's old friends looked like.
Thank you so much for reading through this! It means so much!
This is the first book I've completed on Wattpad!! I'm so happy!!
~Allison
