Aftermath (1/2)

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Momma killed herself today. My best friend and my whole world just killed herself. I thought I was enough? I thought maybe that she would be able to stay because of me. Because of daddy.

I'm twelve years old. But I feel empty and sad, and so cold. What am I supposed to do? Did I have something to do with it? Momma, if your watching me write this diary, was there anything I could have done to make you stay? Because I wish you stayed.

Please come back to me momma, I miss you. I'm crying as I'm writing this, but I guess that's what people do when their entire world falls down around them. People are saying that you had almost done this before. That you were depressed. That you hurt yourself. That when everyone died when I was two that it hit you hard. And that when grandma would yell at you it made things worse.

But I tried to protect you. I guess I failed. I'm sorry that I failed you momma. I'll try to do better, but I bet I'll fail at that to.

This probably doesn't match up in the timeline of when ness will die but I don't care. It makes this easier. Whatever.

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