July 6, 2015
Dear diary,
I haven't spoken to my parents. Even dad was agreeing with mom and thought It was getting out of hand.
I told myself I didn't care, but I did.
When did they decide they felt that way? When did they decide it was time for me to get over my best friend's suicide?
Why were they the one's to decide and not me?
Mom refused to let me leave and I was trapped in my room, deciding crying myself to sleep was the easiest way to forget Elliott, who was alone at the park, and Silver who I let down time after time now.
But instead of my mind settling on the simplest of answers, I was overwhelmed by sadness, my broken heart not knowing what else to turn to other than the harm of a sharp, sinister blade.
I'm so sorry Silver.
