Death & Dying
Have you ever faced fear
And jumped
Into churning waters
So deep there is no bottom?
Every hand I shake, I look into the person's face and wonder what they know. It didn't say in the announcement in the paper. Maybe they think my dad had a heart attack while he was driving. I don't want anyone to know. Because it's not like we really know for sure. I don't want people talking about him and thinking he did something when nobody knows for sure that he did.
I was going to die in the parking lot of Bartell Drugs, wearing that stupid red vest and with short hair. Mom would hate burying me without my long hair.
What a waste, I thought, seeing my body on the pavement. My first bee sting, and it's fatal. It was almost as stupid as Logan getting in that car.
