I smacked his hand away
"Go away."
I said.
"I've watched you cry here,
Everyday."
He kneeled down.
"I don't need
your help."
I do need help.
He was the only one
who can help me.
He was the only one
who WANTS to help me.
"Please let me help."
He begged on his knees.
"Are you sure?"
I answered.
"I'm sure."
He held my hand.
He helped me up,
hugging me
when we stood up
together.
I cried,
screaming,
kneeling down again,
and He knelt down
with me.
"It'll be ok."
He hugged me
even tighter.
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Learning To Love Myself
Short StoryA girl named Sally was born with a terrible family. She was abused, scared, and hated. She didn't know why she deserved this. She's thirteen years old now. Her parents died when she was 10. So why is she still sad, when her parents are dead? A boy t...
