You're Gone.

You're Gone.(Daisia Walters) Kayla,

I can't believe you're dead. I can't believe you took your own life. I miss you, Kayla. I wish you were still here.
Do you remember the day we met? We were both six years old. I had moved in that house across the street. We were both playing in our front yards with a stuffed animal; yours a stuffed bear named Cuddles and mine a stuffed rabbit named Wiggles. We saw each other playing and giggled. Then, we became best friends.
Do you remember that time we egged and Toilet-papered that mean old lady's house? She heard us and we dived behind a bush. Her dog came up and bit my ankle and we ran away screaming.
Remember the sleepovers we would have on New Year's Eve? We would stay up, eating candy and chips. At 11:59, we would drop everything and stay silent until the lat ten seconds of the year. Then we would count down as loud as we could and start screaming at zero. We would hug and scream. Finally we would pass out at three in the morning.
Remember middle school? We would sneak to the bathroom during the last period of the day and stay there for the last thirty minutes of the day. That one time we glued the principal's hands to a stapler? We got suspended for three days, but it was worth it.
I remember the day I found those scars on your wrists. I starting crying and asked you why. You just looked at me and sighed. I asked you to throw your blades away and hugged you, You stood you and walked away. I thought you had thrown them away until a week later when I found them under your pillow,
I threw them away and told you that you were better than that. You asked me to leave. I'll never forget the sadness in your voice or the look on your face.
The next day, I got the news. I was told that you killed yourself. I was in shock. My best friend killed yourself. I didn't know why you did. I stayed home from school for the next few days. I couldn't go to school. Everything there would remind me that I couldn't stop you.
I would stay locked away in my room, crying my eyes out. One day, your mom called me and asked me to come over. I did.
She told me everything. How you cut yourself. How you starved yourself. How you threw up anything you ate. How you cried yourself to sleep every night. It broke my heart. You faked your smile. You faked your happiness. It cut me like a knife.
Then, your mom gave me the friendship bracelet I made for you. I cried and cried and cried until I finally fell asleep on your mom's couch. She called my mom and they decided to let me sleep there for that night.
The next day, I thanked your mom and went to go get ready for your funeral. I took your bracelet with me. I walked up to your casket. I slid the bracelet on your wrist. I whispered, "Best friends forever." I turned around and sat in the front row.
I went to school the next day, for you. I cried the whole day. I still couldn't believe you were dead. The school seemed empty without you. I felt empty without you.
I understand your pain now. I wish you were here. I wish you were here to see the scars on my wrists. I wish you were here to make me throw away my blades. I wish you were here to save me from the same way you went. But, it is what it is.