Emo Heart

Coping

Since that day I'd been having nightmares. The skidding sound of the car braking. Kellars scream and her eyes wide like a deer's.

Of course mum and dad were distraught. They had lost there daughter. But they weren't there. They didn't have to watch her tiny, broken body lose it's battle with life.

The nightmares had been waking me up. I had been failing school for lack of sleep. I was losing weight fast because I hadn't been eating. My face was becoming hollow and I was becoming ill.

My parents had tried to sign me up for therapy. But I wouldn't go. I wasn't about to let someone I didn't even know make me forget about Kellar. No way.

If I was going to cope with this I would do it my own way. Everynight I opened my draw and fished through the clothes for a small packet of tablets. Everynight I took one to make me sleep. To make the pain go away. Because thats what Kellar did to me. She made my heart ache. Shattered my soul. She was the cause of the tear stains on my cheeks.

I just wanted to die. And I had tried. From hanging my self in my wardrobe to taking an overdose of painkillers. But everytime I tried something stopped me. A small voice in my head telling me not to do it. The voice was quiet and high. The voice of a little girl. Just from that voice I could picture her face. It kept me holding on.