Dear Adam,
People at school still blame me. No one really knew you, but they still say they loved you and that's just bullshit.
I love you. I still do every minute of every day.
My dad wants me to come to the jail to talk. He says he wants to apologize in person. I'm scared. I wish you were here to come with me, if I even go.
I still have nightmares about it, the pills don't help much. My mom still blames me for everything. She says I'm a killer. That I killed you, and now I'm the reason dad's in jail.
In a way I lead you to your own demise. I used my words as venom and poisoned you, thinking it was for the best. I guess I didn't think of the aftermath that would come later.
I didn't know it would hurt this much. I didn't know.
Missing you,
Bailey♡
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Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Ficção AdolescenteIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
