That's right! If you're reading this, I'm now dead, but I'm obviously alive as I write this. You just dug this up from whatever shoebox I decided to place it in. So put your reading glasses on, sit back, and enjoy this nightmare of a ride.
You're probably wondering what actually happened to me. Did I hang myself? Did I get killed by someone else? Did I overdose on a measly drug? Maybe alcohol poisoning? As I write this, I don't even know how I'm going to die.
I haven't thought about it in too much detail yet. Do I just want to let this disease kill me slowly? Hell, I still have to write this before I die or else there will be no story to tell. So while I'm doing this, I'm going to have a few drinks like I always do at this late hour and cry profusely like a little child.
Don't get me wrong! I love my family! We just don't really connect like we used to do. It is tougher getting older.
If you haven't figured it out by now, I have really bad depression. I mean, I'm probably bipolar and my consistent drinking really doesn't help that out too much, but it's whatever.
If I were to die right now, what would I say to people? How would I say it?
LETTERS!!!
I got it now. I'm going to write letters to everyone. Maybe just little notes. I'll keep my family out of it because I don't want them to get all emotional. So, without further ado, here we go.
YOU ARE READING
Letters
Short StoryA college student who has died has left behind some clues as to why he died in the form of little notes to certain people.