TW - mentions of suicide
The Note
By the time I had gone outside, many thoughts had flooded my mind. Why when I was sixteen? How long ago had it been written?
I open the brown paper package, my hands trembling ever so slightly as I pull out the first solid item. It was a picture frame with a tree bark design. Inside the frame was a picture of me and my father. I remember the moment vividly.
It was my fifth birthday, and unfortunately the day my father committed.
I delve back into the package and grasp at the last remaining item. It was a letter from my father. I read through it slowly, hearing word for word in his voice.
“Dear Jaz,
I understand how you must feel. I too, am disappointed in myself. I just ended up resulting to nothing, feeling nothing. The last time I actually smiled was in that photograph.
You’re sixteen now. What an achievement! I can see your mothers proud smile as you attend your first dance. And when you achieve your perfect grades. I’m proud of you Jaz, don’t you ever forget that. As you walk down the aisle on your wedding day, I’ll be walking with you with a big smile on my face.
I love you Jaz, forever and always,
Xx Dad. “
My whole body began trembling as I sobbed uncontrollably. Part of me was relieved to finally know what had happened. Yet another part was angry, furious even, with him because of what he did. Though, he wasn’t entirely to blame, and the past is in the past. If only she walked in on him before he did it. Before that ungodly piece of rope took the life of the man she loved the most.
Word count - 292
Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
