For the past few months, I've been living. Actually living.
My dads been gone for 93 days. It still hurts. Everything does. The pain from missing him. The hole in my arm. The pain of knowing that I could have ended my own life.
But, I didn't. It's not over. I'm here. I am happy. Actually happy. I'm living for once. It's just like it was before everything went wrong.
I won an award at school. Apparently my teachers saw "a big attitude change" and I am worthy of an award for it. I hate to admit it, but I'm kinda proud. My grade are all above 80% now. That's the highest that they've ever been. Mom's absolutely thrilled. She's doing better now too. We go shopping together, and spent more time together now. I guess my life is better. Maybe that's the reason why my dad died. He died so that we could get better. So that I could live a better life. Thinking about it that way makes it not as bad. His death had meaning. Just like him.
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Over the deep end
Novela JuvenilShe doesn't know what her future holds. Scared, lifeless and no hope for anything. Clinging to the life that she knows, the one she had. The one that she took for granted everyday. But she'll never get that life back. After all, it was her fault.
