Letters From My Dead Girlfriend.

Oh my... How on Earth do I start this?

My name is Adam. I am sixteen years old. My girlfriends' name was Alice. Notice how I said was? It's because she's dead.

Adam was a normal teenager with his normal girlfriend, or so she seemed. She didn't say anything about her depression or her cuts to him. She was happy and kind to everyone. Her parents seemed fine. What was there to be sad about? But when they find Alice's body in her bathroom, things seem to change.