in memory of susanna
you were quite quiet and shy, and i won't pretend i liked you. just because you're dead doesn't make you a savior all of a sudden. but i'm not heartless. it's very saddening that you've done what you've done, and moreorless all of the community of this small town is grieving.
i did not like you and all i was to you was the old man that lives across the street, but i went to your funeral. and cried. i think at funerals, it doesn't matter whether you like the person or not. you are crying for the pain they left behind and the dreams they never fulfilled.
watching your family in the front was the worst. your little brother and sister were crying non-stop. she was only eleven and he only nine. how could you leave them? and your poor blessed mother? you must have been in a lot of pain to end your life.
i wonder if you are in heaven. i wonder if there is a heaven. i wonder if you would ever think about me in heaven. i wonder who you would think about.
i wonder a lot about you, but only now that you are dead.
YOU ARE READING
in memory of
Teen Fictionlower case intended. a piece of fiction. the people i dedicate chapters to aren't necessarily people i talk to. but they are people who inspired my stories [although they may not know it.] Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly
