15- the silence

 

It has been a few days since the funeral and I am immune to the pain the blade used to give me. Cutting realieves my pain, although Will and Woody don't agree with me.

I have tried hanging myself, but the rope snapped, giving me a burn on my neck which has stuck out for two days.

I haven't left the house. I refuse. Janna tries to get me out to try to get along with me just like Kyle would have wanted, but again, I refuse.

I am stuck under the heavy weight of living.

Since after the funeral, the house has been filled with silence which consumes me. I have tried filling it myself, but it only drives me more insane as the only thing that replies is my echo.

I have too many flaws. Kyle knew it too. Yet, he still stuck by my side.

I know, deep in my heart, he may have felt the same way.