Trust Is A Peculiar Thing

Trust

They were her best friends. Of course she trusted them. She always told them her crush and her deepest darkest secrets. However, she kept some things to herself. She never told them how she fell apart at night. How her arms were covered with scars caused by the pure anguish she felt. She didn't tell a soul about how she wanted nothing more than to pass into the next realm. To slowly and beautifully fade away: simply a blemish in the time and space continuum. But she knew that it wasn't that simple; she would never be able to sneak out of the back door quietly and without drawing attention to herself. She understood that she would cause a tremendous commotion: her friends and family at the sight of her suicide, wondering what they did wrong. She didn't want this. But things were never the way she wanted.