BrookeHello. My name is Brian.Brooke11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It’s been almost a month since my friend killed herself.
On the day I heard of her death, I was devastated. I was unable to focus on anything for the entire day. I cried all during French class. Only a few people tried to help me, and they did help. They helped me feel okay. That weekend I made sure to talk with everyone in our group of mutual friends. We were all a family.
Her death gave me a new belief in god. I started praying to her every night, and it helped me cope. I was able to talk to her, tell her that I hoped she was happy in heaven with her family. The others didn’t think much of my religious awakening. One of them, though, actively encouraged it, saying that it was good for me to get structure in my life.
But I wasn’t praying to god. I didn’t care about god. I was praying to my late friend. I had never believed in spirituality before, but I was opening my soul to her. I was letting her see into me. I was telling and showing