Withered

I watched her. I studied her. I made it kind of a hobby of mine so to speak. I imagined what she did after school. I imagined what kind of person she really was. As the person I knew her as was a person I made up in my head. The person I imagined she was would never hang herself. She would never tie a rope around a tree, put on her best dress and tie the rope around her neck like a beautiful necklace, but Emilie Odear did.