Things I Write In My Discord Server

The Story of "Her"

(I take my own pictures)

Attempt 1 of writing sad or mind boggling things until someone contemplates their life or gets sad from reading what I wrote
'I sat on my bed, writing in my diary. She sat next to me, watching. Before I could finish my page she asked me if I trusted her. I was stunned by such a ridiculous question and quickly answered, "Of course I do!" She stared at me, awkwardly. "Then may I read your diary?" The words came out quiet and tentatively. I was frozen. I could not find the words to answer her, so she answered it herself. Seizing my diary and flipping through the pages. January 1st, flip, March 22nd, flip, July 10th, flip. This cycle of reading as her eyes widened. She stood up. Looking down upon me with cold unforgiving eyes. The look on her face unforgettable and eerie. Why is she looking at me in such a way? Have I made a mistake? What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? my thoughts screamed repetitively. She sighed. "I am going to rip out every page that has my name on it, okay?" She muttered, her voice so icy, so cold, so timid. I once again had no words to respond, for I was afraid. She ignored my silence and teared out pages one by one and then in clusters, every page taken from the case of the book, the journal. Again and again without stop! Without closure! No! Please! Don't!
There was one page left. The beginning. She held it to my face, and read it aloud. "There is a girl in my class, she is quite beautiful. She was so nice to me, yes her. Perheps she will stay by my side as she has today. Be my friend. Her name is..."
She ripped out the page before finishing the sentence and dropped the empty shell of what was once a story beside her. "I was not there since the beginning. I am not yours. I am not your main character, I am not your god. Why you worship me, I do not know, but it is time for you to stop. It is the end of your perspective of my story."
Why? '