Dear Journal,
It's been 3 months since me and Zach got into that fight. I'm trying my hardest to get him to talk to me again, but nothing seems to work. Nat keeps telling me to give him some space, and to let him gather his thoughts. She says he will come to me when he is ready. What if he never comes to me? What if he keeps on acting like I don't exist? What if I lose my best friend forever? I don't even want to think about that honestly. Anytime I do I start packing, and anytime I panic I cut. I'm trying so hard not to cut myself anymore. I'm trying to show Zach that I care about him. That I appreciate the fact that he worries about me. That I'm trying to get better because I don't want to lose him. It's been almost a week since I lost cut myself, and it honestly isn't easy. Instead of cutting myself, I started to restrict what I eat. It helps me stay away from the blades, but it doesn't help me like the blades do. Nothing helps like the blades do. I always think about how they are hiding underneath my bed. How close they are to me, and how much they take away the pain. They never left me like people do. They have always been there for me no matter what.... Oh shit I got to go, Nat, is FaceTiming me.... Shit... shit....shit, I hope she doesn't ask me what I ate today.... Wish me luck because I'm gonna need it...
Yours truly,
Brooklyn Black <3
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The Lost girl
Non-FictionBrooklyn is just a "normal" 14 year old girl. But she has a secret that only her 4 best friends know. Natalie, Ava, Zach, and Alex are the only ones who know. But what happens when Zach lets it slip to his mom? What happens when Brooklyn's mom finds...
