The Suicide Note

Chapter 3: A Dream?

She laid there. On the floor. Not comprehending anything. How could her boyfriend commit suicide? How could she not remember until now? Then..... who was that person just now? How can he be here? She sobbed. She couldn't take it. She ran to the cafeteria, to her friends. All the treatment she got from them was long forgotten.

At this point she didn't care, She just needed someone to talk to. Someone to listen. She sat there, at their table, bawling her eyes out, not caring who saw or how she looked. She told them about her boyfriend, she told them about how she forgot she even had Johnathan Morenos as a boyfriend, she told them about how she didn't even know her boyfriend died, she cried, and shouted and screamed. And when she was done, instead of the whole cafeteria looking at them, instead of her best friends trying to comfort them, instead of anything that should have happened, happening, they all acted as if it didn't, as if nothing happened at all.

She was beyond mad, she was pissed. Didn't they care? Weren't they her friends? Did all of those years mean nothing? Her anger boiled, she roughly shoved back her chair, got into her friends faces that were smiling and chatting, and shrieked, "My boyfriend just died, and I forgot that I even had him as a boyfriend, let alone that he died and I just saw him in the hallway, even though that shouldn't be possible, and all you guys can do is continue to ignore me?" When I was done, I was breathing hard. Then, I thought I finally got through to them when Maya's face cracked, and it looked like she was about to break down. I immediately felt bad and was about to comfort her when she said,

"I'm sorry Aubrey, I can pretend anymore." Her voice broke.
"I can't pretend that I don't miss her, I can't pretend that she was never here, and I can't pretend that I am just talking to you and only you when I should be bickering with he boyfriend about making sure he treats her right." Tears were streaming down Maya's face, and soon Aubrey joined in. They hugged each other. What? "I know," she said, tears streaming down, "I know okay, I miss her too, but what can we do? Ashlyn died the same night her boyfriend did, when she was driving out to get a surprise for her mother." They hugged each other, but I tuned them out. I died. I thought. No, this can't be possible. No. But then I remember it all. I remember the car slamming into mine, I remember how scared I was, I remember the pain, I remember everything. With that I ran, I left everything behind and didn't look back. I ran to the roof top. There's only one way to find out if I'm dead right? and that's to do something that would actually kill me. Once I was on the roof, without hesitation, I jumped. I was weightless, suspended in mid air, and before I crashed down on pavement, darkness.

I woke up, and blinked. Tears were streaming down my face. I looked at my surroundings. I saw Johnathan, my boyfriend. Alive and healthy. I checked his pulse just to make sure, and he woke up with a start, and instead of explaining my crazy behavior, I just kissed him, and said, "A simple 'I love you' means more than money."