Dear Ethan,
The incident with my mom hurt me really bad. I decided I would go to school finally today. I was very scared though. I had to go to school with a huge bruise and a huge hand mark on each cheek, and new cuts on my arms.
When I went, I noticed our, or mine now, teacher Mrs. Mozart eyeing me. Everybody was whispering about me, wondering. Some laughed and some worried. I knew one thing-my teacher's interest was making me uncomfortable.
When the class was gathering their things to leave, she began to speak. "You can all leave except for Emily."
The students all laughed or booed, but a few looked worried about me. Once the bell rang, the others raced out. I picked up my books and slowly walked over to the teacher, wincing in embarrassment as my metal leg clicked against the ground.
"How has therapy gone?" Mrs. Mozart asked, studying me.
"It could be better," I admitted.
"And recovery?"
"I've learned how to walk pretty well with my fake legs. They're basically like real ones," I explained.
She paused before continuing with a surprising question. "How did you get your bruise and your hand mark?"
I gulped. "Hayden found me," I said quietly. "And.. I got slapped by.. my friend."
The teacher widened her eyes. "Did you get him in trouble?" she wondered. "Who is this friend?"
I shook my head. "I didn't tell my mom. My friend didn't do it, I don't have friends. My.." I started to sob. "My mom and I argued. She's been drinking and she slapped me."
Mrs. Mozart hugged me. "Oh, Emily, I understand you've been going through a hard time. I'll help you, I promise. You won't be getting hurt any longer."
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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...
