Dear Adam,
I sit alone at lunch. I barely eat. My grades are close to failing. Im destroying myself. Im sorry. Maybe I think if I hurt myself enough, you'll come rushing to my side to save me.
I see Sawyer sitting with his basketball friends at lunch, he was holding a girls hand, I think her name was Ashlin. They were whispering things to eachother and smiling and laughing.
It hurt and I dont know why, but it felt like someone reached into my chest and pulled out my heart with their hands when I saw them kiss.
Why do I feel like it was you who just kissed her? Why does it feel like heartbreak?
Broken,
Bailey
YOU ARE READING
Dear Adam, (#2 in series)
Ficțiune adolescențiIn which an unfixable girl writes to a dead boy. "You were a hurricane ," {Sequel to "Dear Bailey,"} WARNING: story may be a trigger
