EerieMysterious

The next thing I do is call Charlootte. I dial her number into my iPhone and hold it to my ear waiting for her to pick it up. "What is it Memory? says charlotte tiredly. Its really early in the morning. "Hey girl, you still got that red dye from last month?" I ask. "Yeah. Go ahead and pick it up at my place. It should be in my room. Im going to the drugstore" I find the dye an hour later and color my short hair blood red. Blood red like lysanders blood. Oh how I wish i had killed myself insted! When the dye dries I go outside and by a bottle of champain. I drink a few glasses and put the rest away. Im crying again but i dont realize. I l

The funeral was the morning after Lysander's death. It wasn't the first funeral Id been to. Id been to my mothers, one dismal october day when i was twelve. I wore the only black dress I owned,my then short auburn-obmre hair fell loose around my face. I didnt cry the whole sevice. I couldnt bring myself to. Crying was somthing I learned to do later. Once thing I remembered that was odd about that funeral was that everyone was avoiding me. Noone would look me in the eye. It was like they all thought I caused my mothers death.... But that was five years ago. Now Ive got another tragedy on my hands and this time its my fault for sure. I arri

The police drove up to my door a few minutes later. Shimmering tears still slipped down my face as I let them in and told them the story Id made up.I guess they beleived it because after a few minuets of questioning they left me alone. Alone with my sorrows. An hour later I was staring into the mirror. "Oh Memory, what have you done to yourself?" I said out loud. Memory is my name. My mother chose it because I reminded her of so many things. Autumn, sunsets, happiness and joy and love and peace. I miss my mother. She passed away five years ago. Suicide they said. I dont believe them though. But what choice do I have? All I have left of her i