I grabbed his arm screaming at him not to let go. I pulled him through the bedroom window, it took all of my strength. Once he was in I kissed him on the forehead.
"You are not a fuck up," I told him.
"Yes I am you don't understand what it feels like to hate yourself so much."
"I think that I would understand it the most," I said sitting down beside him.
We were silent for a while," you know if you jumped I don't think I would have ever been able to live myself. I mean I haven't known you that long but I know you enough to say, I love you Andy."
"I love you too please don't ever leave me," he sobbed. I reached over and hugged him as tight as I could. We both sat there and cried for a few minutes before we heard something interesting on tv.
The reporter came on the screen talking about a missing person. The description described that he was 5'11 with short brown hair and blue eyes, after the description they showed a picture of who it was. I started to cry...
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Depression.
Novela JuvenilAbout a 16 year old girl named Emily who is suicidal and her journey through life. How she deals with depression and and problems she faces along the way. It was her first time switching schools because she had to move in with her dad. How are peopl...
