How it started.

There are others. Others who felt the impact way more than I did- others that it directly affected.
I'm just a girl that was in his grade, was aware of his existence. Went to the same school as him, three lockers down.
So why was it so life-changing when he had been found dead that one morning?
Because I never really knew him.
And now? My chance was gone.
So I started this journal, writing so that he could get to know me-
Because I can never know him.
If you thought that suicide can't affect someone who's 12 years old- that they don't understand it- think again.