Dear Lucas,
We had your funeral today.
I wore that little black dress you liked.
It was trash.
People from school came up and talked about you like they knew you their whole life.
Even your parents were there!
They left you!
None of these people care about you like you deserve.
I'm beginning to think I'm the only person in here who knows you.
It was bullshit, all of it.
"He was great." You still are.
"He loved sports" Wrong.
"He couldn't hurt a fly." Wrong.
"He couldn't be hurt by anything." I wanted to puke.
"Luke was so cool. It isn't fair." Your name is Lucas, it was never 'Luke.'
I went up, and just said
"You don't know him. Fuck all of you. Lucas would've hated this."
Maybe I'm the monster.
Maybe I should kill myself,
And be with you.
-Ariella
