"Please, Cami, just tell me why!" Dale huffed, storming after his sister as they went up the stairs of their small town house. "Please!"
Camde turned around, her hair whipping into her face and her pretty featured screwed up with anger.
"No Dale! Leave me alone!" she hissed, and slammed her bedroom door shut after her.
**
Dale was waiting outside her door for nearly three hours. He couldn't bare to leave her alone, all he wanted was to know WHY.
Why would anyone want to kill themselves? Why would you not tell someone you were that unhappy? Dale just didnt get it...he couldnt get his head around it all.
"Cami, please!" he called out, and suddenly, there was a piece of paper stuffed under the door.
Dale reached down and picked it up. He whispered thank you, and walked down the hall to his own room, finally able to breathe properly.
He unfolded the letter.