it happened so fast.
one minute she was here, the next, gone.
im leslie, and my girlfriend alice had passed.
i suppose i should start at the beginning.
it was no secret to me she was suicidal. she would talk to me through it, and i would talk her out of it. her mother was no help, her father rarely seen. but i had to go to bed at 12 am no matter what, or my parants would suspect something. so i would make her promise she wouldnt kill herself. we kept many secrets. not from each other, but our parents. our relationships (she had three boyfriends before me), her suxuiality (i came out as gay years ago), but she kept more. from me, from everybody. no one knew how bad it was.
until her mother went to wake her up.
alice was a insomniac, but a heavy sleeper. once shes asleep, she stays asleep. her sister woke up, tried to wake her up, and assumed she just stayed asleep. she yelled to wake her up, and couldnt feel how cold she was. her mother had gone to wake her up, and noticed the open pill bottle in alices cold hand. she had overdosed on melotonin. she took so much of the sleeping aid, she died. the note next to her read, in her scribbaly swirly writing:
whoever finds me,
im terribly sorry. i couldnt take it.
to leslie, my miricle, im so sorry. i know i promised, but i couldnt. please dont forget me, ill never forget you in the afterlife. my spirit will be with you, forever amd always.
but dont try to contact me with a ouiji board.
ill ghost-slap you.
mom, dad, and my sisters,
you four pushed me here. you mocked my lipstick and eyeliner. i will haunt you. remeber your daughter/sister. the one who you all killed.
alice.
my darling killed herself, at age 13. and as i lay here, i remeber her. i listen to her guilty pleasure song, meet me on the eqinox, as i watch the moon for a final time. i lived my life. she would have wanted me too. i became a published auther, and fufilled my dream, like she would have wanted me too. some say i should have moved on, but i loved her. as my vision lightens, i see a faint red figure. she looks 13, and as i look at myself, i do too. i look around, fire swirling around the gold gates in front of me.
i remeber each golden curl, each mascara'd lash. she loved her make up. she wore clown paint, another secret she kept. she kept her juggalette life a secret from her mother.
"hello my miricle" she sounds just like i remeber. "welcome to hell." i walk over to her, and look at her horns. nubby, like she would have did want as a 13 year old. she always wished for horns. "if im with you, it heaven."
"careful pika, if metostophalis hears that hes going to send you to mr. big shot." we both laugh. her devil tail swishes, and she twirls a pitchfork. "in serousness, lucifer isnt that bad. hes been very nice. he judges fairly." "why am i in hell?" "homosexuality. your pretty lucky im here. im in here for wrath. people dont fuck with wrath. i can kill people here" she giggles at the last part. i take her hand, and we spend eternaty in hell, a much better place
