Sad One Shots

Flowers

     There you were under the building I was on top of. You were laughing to our, no your friends about how over dramatic I was. Laughing about how I "just wanted attention." We'll maybe I just wanted somebody to see it was actually happening to see the pain to see the sadnes,  but no,  I was being dramatic, and everyone went through it. That note I left you that explains my life story. The one where you said, " That's a good story, but add something happy its too sad" Little did you know that night when we went home, I made more scars. Oh, those lovely scars, the one that have been with me through it all. The ones who comforted me when I cried. Who was there, not you, but those scars were there with me till the end. So now here I am, making more scares crying and watching you laugh with your friend about how just my existence was a cry for help. Goodbye sister thanks for all the love you didn't give me. While I made my last scar, I jumped in front of you so you could watch me die. I still smiled at you with my last breath. Just know it wasn't your fault I was too weak. But is this a cry for help  when I could no longer receive it because I'm dead?           Love, your adoring sister                                                               Emily     
 P.S. I hope my boyfriend buys you flowers on what your third date now? Don't think for a second. I didn't know, but it's fine because I still love you.