Dear Diary today we buried Robby. I didn't go. Why! Because I'm not over the fact he's gone. I still cry every night and look at his picture on the refrigerator. I go into his room and still remember every toy he gave a name to. His bed still smells like him. Even his fish. I begin to think how he would still be here to enjoy all of it if it wasn't for me sneaking out. I sign and put the diary close to my heart. I quietly begin to cry and fall asleep in his bed.
"Juliette, wake up. Go to your room please," said Libby looking sad about even being in his room.
"You did this to him. You made Robby retard and live this difficult life," I yelled pissed off throwing my diary at her.
"I didn't mean to okay," she yelled storming out of the room crying. I caught myself as I tried to get up. I felt bad for placing my own guilt on Libby, I haven't eaten in two days. I feel weak and distorted. "Why did you take him God? Why!" I balled out crying. Stepphano comes and brings me back into my room. He held me close as I cried my heart out, and the demon of guilt eat away at my soul.
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927 Miles
Любовные романыI finish putting on my makeup and make sure I'm ready. I hear the doorbell ring and almost have a heart attack. I peek my head out my door hoping it's Stephhano. Titdo comes running in. This book was made sometime in 2010. I have held onto this b...
