Hello, William.
Alright, this is creepy and weird.
But when have I ever cared?
You see, I never got to know you.
I talk to your mom every morning, 4/7 days of the week. You were just another boy. One I didn't know, and didn't plan on knowing.
Your Locker was a few down from mine, to the right.
But you'll never open it again.
Were you happy that we got Wednesday, and the rest of the week, off from school?
You see, I don't think you committed suicide.
Why?
The thing is, I already know. Not sure why I'm asking. Maybe you were killed by someone else. Part of me wishes, thinks you were. I'm not sure anymore. So I didn't learn anything about you. Couldn't anymore, at least.
You're gone.
But I'm not.
So you can get to know me, now.
Read if you dare.
YOU ARE READING
Now You Know Me.
Non-FictionThere are others. Others who felt the impact way more than I did- others that it directly affected. I'm just a girl that was in his grade, was aware of his existence. Went to the same school as him, three lockers down. So why was it so life-changin...
