The NoteA Story by MellyBURSTOFbayumEntering this in Ryan's Contest thingy ;]This is going to be Eddie's point of veiw, so even if your a guy... w.e. ;] _____________________________________________________________________________________________________ I came through the door to my room, and found a note, trying to squirm out of the window ledge. I curiously went over and caught the note before it could fly away. I went over to my bed and opened the note. "I heard that my ex told the whole school that we were back together, and I guess it came to you first. I saw how angry, and upset with me, and I couldn't bare to see that ever again. I know I've hurt you once, but this way, it'll be better. You will never see my disgusting face ever again, and I will never see you cry for me again," _------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I knew I couldn't go on any longer. I thought of an approach to face death. Death. A cold shiver went down my spine. I had to be brave. No one was as perfect as him. "Dear mom and dad," I started. "I love you, but you should know that I cannot live without Chris. I just want to tell you that once you've seen me hanged, I would be in a happier place. A place where I can live with him. Love, Eddie " I went outside with a thick yellow rope, and hanged it over a tree. I stepped on the ladder where my dad left it and tied it into a thick knot and placed my throat on it. I slowly stepped off the ladder. I coughed and choked, hoping he would come back to life. The only thing I remember, was the note. Nothing else mattered to me anymore in this horrible world of jealousy, love, sadness, and happiness. Everything turned black. © 2008 MellyBURSTOFbayumAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on September 16, 2008 AuthorMellyBURSTOFbayumToronto, ON., Shh, it's a secret :), CanadaAboutI am Melissa. Yes, I am superior, and I'm lovable >;). I'm kind of disappointed in myself.. Can you believe? Likin someone for five years... and you were only thirteen! It's sort of pathetic of .. more..Writing
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