Now That You're Gone.
Now that you’re gone. Your mom sits in your room waiting for you to come back home. But she knows you can't come home anymore. Your siblings wonder where their big/little sibling is and when they're coming home because they don’t know the truth. Your pet waits. And waits. Forever, waiting for you to come back to them.
Your father stopped being in a cheerful mood now that you're gone. He refuses to even look at your room anymore because it hurts him too much. Your family stopped going to their favorite camping spot. Because that's where they had found your body. It was just hanging from when they went looking for you…
Your face was pale, the neck bruised from the rope, and your face was stained with tears. The note slipped from your hand into the rocky dirt and weeds. Your mom broke down into tears when she grabbed the note reading it. That note had broken her heart. Your grandparents know that they were supposed to watch you grow up but you took that from them.
You won't be able to help watch your siblings grow up. You won't be able to start a family with anyone you took that away from so many people. So “now that you're gone.” Your bedroom door from now on stays open, the fan still running, so everyone hears everything, the light still on, and the crack on your window still flowing air in.
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