Bria Fairchild
Bio
Hi! I hope you enjoy my short stories, bad poetry and the advice tidbits that I give out every Wednesday. Come and scream at the stars with me.
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Stories (15/0)
I Wish She Was Still Here
“She’s Dead”. That’s all I can remember from that day. The day my childhood best friend had killed herself. I can remember the date April 23, 1994, but I can’t remember what happened after the phone call. I’m not sure who called my mother, but she had been notified. And she had flown in from our home in Alabama to Vassar. I can’t remember her picking me up or even the plane ride that took us back home that night. Yet here I am. Back in my childhood bedroom just a few weeks shy of spring break. I need to let my professor know that I’m gone but even that thought takes up too much energy. It’s fine I thought lying back down I’ll deal with it later.
By Bria Fairchild2 months ago in Fiction
