Summer of
Dreams
Chapter 13
Epilouge
It's been three weeks since
Tracy and I hid the body. She left a couple days after that, and
we didn't text or email in fear that the cops could track our
phones and computers. In fact, I had barely used any technology
since I killed Trevor.
It was so weird to think about it. I killed someone.
I'm a murderer. I'm vicious. Which is why
I'm here in my room. I silently slide my headphones on, play
Fix You by Coldplay, slice my wrists open. I can't live with
the guilt anymore. With this weight on my shoulders anymore. The
last thing I see before I fade away is the christmas lights over
my bed, shining as bright as ever, even if I'm not there to
see them. It seemed fitting, for the last things I ever heard
were the lyrics lights will guide you home, and ignite your
bones and I will try to fix you.
I'm sorry. Goodbye.
Author's Note
THE END. Summer of Dreams seems like a cruel joke of a title now.
Soooo tell me how you liked it! And if you disliked it! Too much
violence? Too sad? NO true love? Newsflash, not every story is
happy. And did you think that Trevor and Maggie deserved to die?
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1 faves · 1 comments · Jul 22, 2012 5:02pm
ErinRAWR · 1 decade ago
oh my.
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