g, the sun is shining brightly. It is a big cont

d a whole lot of our mom’s friends. I look at them with disdain and I can’t help but feel a lump in my throat forming, as I see my mom demurely accept condolences from her people looking so distraught

ownwn in the tub swimming in a red sea. It was such a gruesome sight, but I have to give it to her she knows how to end her life with a flare. But the events following it are equally, as disturbing and disgusting. My mom and my siblings were furious. They did not shed a tear

obody cared. My heart was breaking inside me. My fucking best friend and sister died and all they cared about is how people will think about us. Hell, let them see what kind of monsters we are. Let the people dissect h

le when I heard a soft whisper with my left ear and it said "Matthew..." My whole body froze. I know that voice. I can never be wrong for it wa

my thoughts away from Hannah. I grabbed one of those Housekeeping magazines and as I was flipping the pages to a bunch of articles ranging from how to make DIY arts and crafts to an article about depression, I stopped and began reading the article and as I finished the first page and was about to flip to the ne

locked the door, went straight to bed, and lay down, the letter still firmly in my hands. I lifted it and looked at it. I know the only logical th

r. I felt something stopping me from within my body. I dropped it and as it fell to th

I just want to shake it off. I held the blanket tight and I covered my whole body up to my chin and somehow it calmed me. I leaned to my side and took a glance at the floor praying and hoping that the letter is

happened? I can barely remember, but one thing I know was that I have a letter in my hands, I looked at my left hand and saw