Sorry. I don't think I will be able to make a sequel for this. Everything is all wrapped up into a nice bow at the end. However, I may decide to post new stories once this one has finished...
I didn't know this story was still going I thought it ended I'm glad to c it hasn't lol great updates BUMP
2 updates left after this! One very short one and one very long one. ᎢᎯᎦᎻ }<>{}<>{}<>{}<>{}<>{}<>{ "Dan? Daniel... Dan please get up..." I stood by the door, shaking my head and refusing to believe he was actually gone. I didn't cry. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Besides, what good would it do? I went over to him. The water was so red it was like he had just filled the bathtub with his blood. His phone flashed repeatedly. I picked it up to find myself looking at a picture of me. He hadn't read the text. He didn't know I was coming. I picked up the knife and slid it into my pocket, something I should have done a long time ago. It was too late now. He was gone. Gone. And nothing could bring him back. I crept into his room, like I was worried I would disturb his ghost. I spotted a note. I identified it as The Note. The one thing people leave behind when they plan on leaving this life like this. I picked it up and put that in my other pocket, not wishing to read it here. Another thing grabbed my attention. A book. His art book, to be more precise. Should I look inside? He never let me see what he drew. Anyway, what harm could it do? Just a little glimpse. I flicked through the book. It was almost full, which was strange. Mine wasn't even near half full. I didn't realize he drew so much. While the schoolwork was there, most of the book was contributed to drawing the same thing, over and over again. As I flicked through the book, the pictures became more detailed and neater. Sometimes the style varied; some were ink, some were pastel, some paint. Most were just plain pencil sketches, but I liked them the most. I liked all of the pictures that Dan had drawn. The pictures of me. As I was walking out of his room for the final time, something else caught my eye. A bottle of pills. The label read: WARNING: do not take more than the required dosage. Excessive use could result in severe internal damage and in extreme cases, death. I scanned the ingredients, wondering if Dan was allergic to any of these things. Then these would kill him for sure. I pocketed these too, feeling them knock against the knife. I wasn't too sure why I took them. Or why Dan didn't use them. I took three steps out of his house before the sobbing began. It hit me like a brick wall and I crumbled to the floor. Why did I let him do this? Why did he have to go? My life was empty without him. Alex had cheated on me and broke my heart, and only Dan could fix it. My fake friends wouldn't help. They would just plaster more make-up onto their faces to get Alex's attention now he's not stuck with me. Dan. I was his sunshine. I never told him, or realized in time, but he was mine. And without him, I can't see where I'm going.