Didn't You Care?

Dear Aimee,

Why I am writing this letter to you, I don't exactly know. You passed away one month ago, to the day... I still can't believe it. I remember the phone call from your mom, Aimee, who was crying and wailing, and I remember putting down the phone and bursting into tears myself.

I remember every detail of that day Aimee. I know that you used a butcher knife to cut your wrists, and you filled your little mini bathtub with hot water. I know that your little sister found your body and that she cried for three days straight. I know that you were rushed to the hospital and pronounced dead upon arrival, at exactly 4:49 pm.

But there are still so many things I want to know, Aimee! Why did you do it? You were a straight-A student with the perfect life. Your family loved you, your teachers loved you, and you had a magnificent boyfriend who couldn't care more about you. You were pretty and you were popular, and everybody always wished they were you. So why? Why did you do this to us? Why did you leave us here on Earth wondering if we had done something wrong?

Craig has been crying nonstop. He keeps saying that without you, he has nothing to live for. He swears that it was something he did, that he was a bad boyfriend. Little Katy, your sister, says that maybe she caused it, maybe if she hadn't taken your Vanilla lipgloss you would still be here. Your parents say they must of been to hard on you, as do your teachers. Your friends wonder if we caused it, maybe you thought we were leaving you out?

But I don't get it, Aimee. How could you take your life? How could you do this to us? How could you just take a butcher knife and commit suicide like it was nothing? Didn't you love us, Aimee? Didn't you care?

I don't even want to remember you anymore. You hurt me too much.

From,
Cori