PROLOGUE
TIA:
'The way I see it, everyone is alone. It doesn't matter if you speak to a thousand people on a daily basis because frankly that's not really you but a cover to hide who you really are. The real you, on the other hand, is kept in the dark and isolated, never spoken of by others.
I know this because I'm a prime example of someone who hides who they really are. My true self withers senselessly in a labyrinth, hard to find even by myself. I don't know who I am. It's what brings me to where I am right now, sitting in my room writing this note. I'm clueless as to why I'm alive, what is my existence benefitting to anyone in my life?
I love my family: mum, dad and Chloe; you guys are the reason I'm leaving a note rather than disappearing without any explanation. This isn't any of your faults so …show more content…
LASTOR:
-4 DAYS AFTER THE JUMP-
I held her note in my hand, taking in deep breaths as I read over it again and again. I don’t understand why she’d do something like this, how long had she been planning to do it? She used to always tell me about how she wanted to become a journalist and travel around the world, see new things, become something…
But all she is now is dead. My first daughter who not long ago I had carried in my arms, and who I had taught everything I know to, is gone forever.
The patter of feet hitting the ground could be heard from outside the kitchen, and in walked Mrs Lastor.
She glanced at the note and sighed heavily. “Are you still reading that note? Just get rid of it, it’s of no use to us now. It won’t bring back Tia.”
I stared at her in astonishment. “This note is the last thing I have of her!”
“You’re insane to think that. Her suicide isn’t all we have of her! We hold precious memories of her, and even though she isn’t here, she’s still with us everywhere you look. Have you never thought of that? Quit moping, it’s all you’ve been doing ever since that day. Tia wouldn’t have wanted this; she even wrote so in that note of
TIA:
'The way I see it, everyone is alone. It doesn't matter if you speak to a thousand people on a daily basis because frankly that's not really you but a cover to hide who you really are. The real you, on the other hand, is kept in the dark and isolated, never spoken of by others.
I know this because I'm a prime example of someone who hides who they really are. My true self withers senselessly in a labyrinth, hard to find even by myself. I don't know who I am. It's what brings me to where I am right now, sitting in my room writing this note. I'm clueless as to why I'm alive, what is my existence benefitting to anyone in my life?
I love my family: mum, dad and Chloe; you guys are the reason I'm leaving a note rather than disappearing without any explanation. This isn't any of your faults so …show more content…
LASTOR:
-4 DAYS AFTER THE JUMP-
I held her note in my hand, taking in deep breaths as I read over it again and again. I don’t understand why she’d do something like this, how long had she been planning to do it? She used to always tell me about how she wanted to become a journalist and travel around the world, see new things, become something…
But all she is now is dead. My first daughter who not long ago I had carried in my arms, and who I had taught everything I know to, is gone forever.
The patter of feet hitting the ground could be heard from outside the kitchen, and in walked Mrs Lastor.
She glanced at the note and sighed heavily. “Are you still reading that note? Just get rid of it, it’s of no use to us now. It won’t bring back Tia.”
I stared at her in astonishment. “This note is the last thing I have of her!”
“You’re insane to think that. Her suicide isn’t all we have of her! We hold precious memories of her, and even though she isn’t here, she’s still with us everywhere you look. Have you never thought of that? Quit moping, it’s all you’ve been doing ever since that day. Tia wouldn’t have wanted this; she even wrote so in that note of