Auther's note :
Goal : Sadness/Depression
No, this never happened to me. I watched Suicide Circle just before writing this so that explains EVERYTHING.
*Avenged Sevenfold Jacket*
.. And my heart just got broken all over again, with every part of my body aching with pain. And my head keeps on thumping with pain, because I can't get you out of my mind no matter what I try and do. Because I know that you've taken me over completely, and I completely have no control over anything anymore. My mind keeps on the night where you died. I never cried so fuckin' hard in my life. I remember how I ran into your room with Katie, and she was holding on to my hand for dear life. She didn't dare let go of my hand, she was too fucking scared to even leave my side. I remember that I was the one that went into your bedroom, that I spent so many hours and weekends and sleepovers in with you staying up all night and laughing and making memories that still sting my heart to this day, and finding you dead, hung up in your closet with a hanger that you used for your favorite Jacket. That jacket was an Avenged Sevenfold jacket. A customized Avenged Sevenfold jacket, that you never ever took off and you took with you wherever you went. You were wearing that jacket the night that you died. You were dead for hours before any of us knew. You didn't even say goodbye to any of us. I didn't even get to hug you one last time and tell you that I loved you to death. I know that you were going through a hard time because of your fucking parents, who I still hate to this day, but.. You knew, Maya, that you could've always stayed at Katie's or mine's house. My dad even told you himself that my house was always open for you, no matter what.
..I remember finding your body, screaming on top of my lungs, I remember the wet tears running down my cheeks fast and hard, and I remember looking at Katie. Katie was frozen in place. Our other best friends came running in after they heard me screaming, and they knew what happened. All they needed to do was take one look at Maya's lifeless body, and they knew. They all knew that she was dead and gone.
..The police came and searched your room and found that you wrote a suicide note that was addressed to all of us, espically to Katie and I. I still have that note, to this day. I've memorized that note by heart, I know every single word that you wrote down with your fancy cursive writing without any hestiation, I know it all line by line.
..That was about four and a half years ago. Four and a half years ago, you died. And I thought by now that this wouldn't hurt as much, but if anything.. It just hurts even more.