P.S. I Love You

**CAUTION: THIS STORY HAS SOME SELF HARM SCENES IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL I SUGGEST YOU NOT TO READ THIS**

I have lost the love of my life. I found out something about depression. It never really goes away. It just stays crossing your mind and slowly eats you alive.

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3. Chapter Three

~The Next Day~

When I was awoken by my alarm I looked at my phone. I had no messages at all. I got up out of my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. God, I looked horrible. I had dry tears all over my face and my hair was going to be hard to brush. I decided I deserved a relaxing bath, after basically trashing myself over Harry. When I got out I made myself hot tea. I hated tea, but Harry, he loved it. While the pot was whistling I dressed myself in Harry's favorite gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. I put my hair up in a messy bun and went on with my day. I sipped tea as I watched the news. I about spilled my cup when I heard a knock on my door. I opened it and said, "Um..hello?" Its was Sarah. She invited herself in saying "Bonnie when are you gonna read the other letters?" I looked at her like 'what do you mean?' "I'm opening them when it's the 1st of each month." She shot me a glare. "What? You should open them!" It was a very long, awkward pause, until I said, "No. I'm doing what Harry says." After that she just left and slammed the door. What the heck? What did I do? She has been acting all crappy lately. I have no idea what her deal is. I read the January letter over and over again and stared at the perfectly handwritten words, 'P.S. I love you'.

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