Brae'lynn Lee Arnold (17)
I woke up at 3am and none of the girls were home.
I guess they snuck out to go see they boyfriend and girlfriends.
I was bored as hell so I decided to FaceTime Terrell.
He didn't answer, he was probably sleeping.
I was scrolling though my camera roll and saw a picture of my younger sister Brielle.
I started tearing up. She was so cute.
I looked at the date and it was the day she died.
That was the last photo she ever took.
It was at daycare because it was picture day.
I immediately burst out in tears.
I got up and went in the bathroom.
I started repeatedly punching my hand against the sink.
"This is all my fault,
This is all my fault
This is all my fault" I kept saying.I looked down and my while hand was bleeding.
All of a sudden my phone started ringing.
It was Terrell.
I quickly washed off my bloody hand and answered the phone.
"Hey" I said.
"Wassup you called me" he said in his sleepy voice.
"Uhhh yeah but I could call you back if you sleep" I said.
"Nah you good ma" he said.
Butterflies
I sat back down on my bed.
"What you doing up anyways" he asked.
"Oh nothing just bored" I lied.
"Brae'lynn guess what" he said.
YOU ARE READING
Solitary
Teen Fiction𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙚'𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 10. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮.