Remember the day you beat the crap out of that one guy for making my cry? Of course you do. That was when you first told me that you loved me. You turned my world upside down (in a good way) when you said those three little words with a big meaning to me. I didn't say it back, but you already knew how I felt.
It's been a week today since you left the face of the earth. I really don't know why I'm writing this letter. How would you read it? You're dead. And that's ruined my life. And that's ruined my life. That's why I'm gonna do it. I'm going too be with you soon. Then we can be together. Forever.
Nikki re-read the letter for the fifth time. She licked her lips and folded the piece of paper and placed it on the couch. She made her way to her kitchen. She opened a drawer and pulled out the sharpest knife she could find. She looked at it seeing her reflection on the shiny part of the knife. Her once long black hair is now unkept. Her eyes are now filled with depression and bloodshot, for she has been crying for 24\7.
Nikki had lost her one and only true love. When she watched as his coffin go in the ground, half of her soul went down with him. Since then, she hasn't been eating, doing her chores around the house, doing homework, nothing. She just sits in her room all day crying, wishing this was all al horrible nightmare.
Now here she is, standing in the kitchen getting ready to stab herself so she can be with him forever.
She took one big breath and stabbed herself in the stomach. She fell to the floor. The pain was unbearable. Her blood was all over the floor and she couldn't help but think of her parents finding her dead on the kitchen floor. She felt herself slipping away. She closed her eyes and whispered her last words, "I love you Joseph." She took her last breath and died, picturing Joseph's smiling face in her mind.
What's up with me and writing stories where a person dies??? Ah this question crosses my mind all the time. I also write sappy love stories all the time and that bugs me. Why? Cause I know no one will ever love me as much as the people in my stories do each other. I'm going to die alone and I know it.