The Tribute To My Early Angel.

Ellio

After all of that, Athena had to be escorted home by a paramedic. Of course they had better things to do, but they couldn't exactly do their job with a crying teenager stopping them.

She stayed inside the house, inside her room, with the curtains shut and her intake cut down to just enough to keep her living.

She didn't want to live anymore.

Do you just ever feel hurt? Like everything you've worked for in your life has gone to waste? So you cry. You just sit there and cry, an endless cycle of feeling helpless, cold and broken. Maybe even empty. That's everyday for me.

I stayed quiet about it all, though. Every detail.

Once, I read a book where a boy wrote a letter to his friend. He had never mentioned who that friend was. So I am doing the same. I'm writing it down on paper.

She snapped the leather bound book she had been writing in shut, and placed it on her bedside table. It was covered with clutter and packets of food she had began to eat, but given up on. She placed the pen she had been writing with in a pencil case, and pulled out a fountain pen instead. She grabbed a piece of parchment paper and sat down at her desk. It was also covered in clutter. Some of it discarded projects she felt to useless to finish. Some of it old drawings or photographs af her when she was younger. Such a simpler time. When all of this wasn't happening.

"Dear Friend,"

"I feel like there's no one for me but you. "

" I never thought my life would come to this"

She stopped writing and thought about what she was doing. She could feel panic begging to rise inside of her as her eyes began to tear up.

Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to write down what was going on and how she truly felt? Or did she want to keep it in like she did for a whole year, making her feel almost suffocated by the darkness consuming her sad, lonely world.

After questioning herself for around five minutes, she decided to not do the whole letter thing and instead clutched onto the letter with her quivering hands. She stood up from her desk, knocking some clutter off it.

With light footsteps she walked out of her room and down the stairs, trying to not wake up her family. Once she was outside in her garden she treaded through the soft grass, and down to the forest. The only thing she had to guide her was the pale, sparkling light the moon had cast upon her, until a tall building appeared seemingly out of nowhere right in front of her. The building blocked out the little light she had.

With a sigh she climbed up the ladder, hoping she wouldn't cut the palm of her hand on the rigged silver metal that had turned orange with rust over time. She reached the top and sat quietly, watching the colours in the sky. It faded from purple to yellow, forming a gorgeous sunset. The colours danced around the sky, and the sun was slowly sinking down beneath the horizon. Clouds moved across the sky slowly, melting into the background like a vintage painting.

She remembered the letter, and took out a lighter from the back pocket of her coat and set fire to the paper. She watched as the small flames burned the letter. A small smile crept up on her face as her eyes watered, she knew that there's no way anyone would ever find out now.

The letter slowly turned to a pile of ashe, and she dropped it to the ground. She sat down and calmly watched the sky. What she didn't notice was that a boy had climbed onto the roof and laughed,

"Careful , you don't want to fall, '' he said. She jumped up from the surprise.

"I'm so sor-" she stopped mid sentence to realise it was none other than her neighbour's son.