Dear Adam,
My name is all over the bathroom walls, and the rumors get more creative everyday. Sawyer keeps calling me, you could say I've been ignoring him for a while. I just can't keep bringing people down with me.
Sawyer wants me to see a consular, but I'm not ready for that. No one could understand my problems. No one. Besides you were the first person to remotely see what was wrong with me, you were the only person who tried to fix me: a broken doll who keeps getting thrown out. Now look where you are now. I did that to you.
I'm starting to believe them, every single word they spew at me. Every note written in those letters, every look of disgust I get.
Some people weren't made for living.
I may be one of those people.
Sad,
Bailey
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Teen FictionIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
