Warhaven22: Good to know.
Guest: You want an alternative ending?
DreadedCandiru2: Yeah, many religions frown on suicide. Right.
DJTammer: That's what I was going for. Good to know.
Bouken Dutch 2.0: It was in the letter, but since Lynn crumbled it up, it wasn't fully understood.
Malcom7182: Maybe. Keep reading to see what Lucy's aftermath will be like.
Darkness Rissing: It went on about how his 'bad luck' wouldn't be a bother to her, but she crumbled it up before she finished reading it. Yes, they are.
Lucy centered chapter coming in.
Lucy sat in front of her Ouija Board and frowned as she placed her hands on the planchet, "Lincoln? Lincoln are you there?" she frowned and shook her head, "Lincoln, I know how to contact the dead. Answer me," the planchet remained still.
Lucy took a deep breath, "Sigh. Lincoln, you have to talk to me. I need to let mom and dad know you're okay," a light breeze blew through the window, knocking the letter with her name written across it off her dresser and landed on top of the board. Frowning, she picked it up and opened it.
"Hi Lucy,
I have a feeling you're using your Ouija Board to try and contact me. I'm going to be honest, you're wasting your time. I may not know much about the afterlife, but I do know a spirit cannot be contacted if they wish to be alone." Lucy frowned and shook her head.
"I have no idea how you are doing after…you found me, and I'm sorry I won't be around to help you with your poems ever again,"
"Sigh, Lincoln, we were more worried about you, rather than my stupid poems," Lucy sighed and inhaled deeply, "What made you want to do the darkest deed to everyone, even me?"
"I've overheard what all of you've been saying, and I do not hold it against any of you and I don't want any of you to blame yourselves or each other. I know what I did was wrong, but I did it because I wanted to do one final favor for you guys, and the best part is, none of you have to repay me…well…you can live your lives out.
I'm sorry, I never written to a gloomy girl, so…I don't know how to do this. I just want you to know I don't blame you and I don't want you girls to blame yourselves or each other.
Damnit, I probably sound like a broken record…just know your Spirit Board is useless if you're trying to contact me. You can still contact Great Grandma Harriet, Abraham Lincoln and all your other friends."
"I'm trying to contact you, Lincoln. I need to talk to you. I need closure," Lucy frowned, "Thursday nights aren't any fun without you talking to the spirits with me," Lucy sighed as she lightly shook, "I always dreamed of holding a funeral in the family, but I didn't want it to come true,"
"Anyway, I'm probably tying up too much of your time. Talk to your spirit friends, just don't waste your time trying to contact me. I love you, you're possibly my favorite little sister…take care, Lucy." Lucy took a deep breath as she hung and shook her head and held the letter close to her.
Tears fell down her cheeks as she sniffled and shook her head, "You…you damn fool! Everyone is blaming themselves for this, and they're blaming each other! Mom and dad are a wreck!" she fell back onto her bed as she continued to cry.
Like I said, these chapters are going to be short. Enjoy everyone and please let me know what you all think.