to evangeline,
she's gone, evangeline. mom's gone. it has barely been over a month since she left home and now she's fricking dead. i'm supposed to be graduating high school tomorrow, but can i do that now? she was the only thing that was keeping me alive and now she's dead. what is there to live for now? what can i possibly life for? i don't think i can go on anymore. i remember telling you earlier that she was the reason for me fighting the urge to kill myself.... she's gone now, i no longer need to fight.
my father has a gun in his bottom drawer. i've held it to my head several times, but she was always there. her voice was always there to calm me, to give me hope. what am i supposed to do now that she's gone? i can't fight anymore. i'm done. i just can't do it anymore. i'm sorry. goodbye, evangeline.
yours truly (for the very last time),
hayden.