She stared at the raindrops falling.
What had she done to deserve this?
Did she not love them all enough?
Did she not support them enough?
Was the fame she brought them not enough?
She bowed her head.
They left her.
They left her in the cold.
Left her in her misery.
Why?
Why had they been so cruel?
He was supposed to be her best friend.
He was supposed to be her brother.
He was supposed to be her one and only.
All three of them.
All three of them were supposed to be in her life forever.
But life has a funny way of letting you down.
Just when everything is going your way, life says, that's not right.
So it tears everything apart and ruins you.
She didn't understand.
She had always tried her hardest.
She took a deep breath and walked out of her room.
In less than a few minutes she was at that familiar house.
She walked up to the doorstep and dropped the box.
She turned around and walked back off.
She didn't know they all had been watching from the upstairs window.
They didn't know this would be the last time they saw her.
She raced back to her house.
Once she made her way to her bathroom, she picked up the blade and brought it to her wrist.
She cut a deep wound.
Then she took the pills, all twenty.
Before everything turned black, she whispered. "I'm sorry."
The family opened the box.
Inside was everything they had ever given her, from simple letters to shirts and jewelry.
Inside was a letter.
The last line of the letter haunted them all.
What did it mean?
I love you then, I love you now, I love you always. Keep me true to your hearts, for I will no longer physically be around.
Was this some kind of a sick joke she was playing on them?
Was this when she was going to jump out and yell punkd'?
Was she moving?
The phone rang.
Denise got up and answered it.
The boys sat there with their father all of their hearts stinging with hurt and longing.
They heard a loud sob and the phone hit the floor.
Denise whispered "It's true."
She was dead.
A/N this story kind of creeps me out. I don't know why I wrote this story. This is the second death story I've written lately. I'm begining to think I'm disturbed. Anyways, I own nothing! I hope you liked it! Please review!
XOXO Megan