Dear Ethan,
My mom has got into a deep depression because of me. I'm upset with myself because I let that happen to her. I should suffer, not her. We've been getting into lots of arguments lately.
Most recently, she had made me lunch. I sulked into the room quietly and ate before beginning to run to my room. Before I was even halfway, she threw down her sponge as she was washing dishes.
"Emily, I'm sick and tired of this! Just because you got into that accident doesn't mean you have to act like this."
I whipped around. "Ethan died. My best friend is gone! How do you expect me to act?"
She stared at me. "He died, but you didn't. Maybe you should've died because Ethan would appreciate his life, unlike you!" she yelled. Coming forward, she was now in my face. "My friends always ask me if you're going to come with me, and I always answer, 'No, she's going to do her schoolwork.' But I'm lying to them. What are you doing for real? You're hiding in your bed, cutting yourself and probably doing drugs! You can't do your schoolwork because you're not going to school. I'm embarrassed!"
Tears poured down my face like a flood. My mom told me I should've died and that she's embarrassed of me. "You're not any better!" I retorted. "You're depressed. You've been drinking every damn night!"
"Don't use that tone of voice with me, bitch." Right then and there, she slapped me.
I couldn't handle it anymore. The woman I believed loved me so dearly much just hit me. I honestly couldn't trust anyone now.
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Lost Half
Non-Fiction{Warning: Contains suicide, sexual items, and self-harming.} I'm heartbroken. I have had a major crush on my best friend Ethan for years, since about the time I met him. I confessed to him a few weeks ago, and when I was following him to the park to...
