I come back from school. I come to his body. I fetch his burn cream and rub it on his stomach lovingly. I check his pulse out of curiousness to see if he's breathing and...it's a miracle he is. OMG I CAN'T STOP THINKING OF WHAT HIS BEST FRIEND SAID. "They were made for eachother", I say to Drew as I play with his stiff fingers. I walk to sit on the bean bag chair on the other side of the room. I lean my head back and drift into sleep. I hear beeps. Multiple beeps. I shoot my head up and run over to Drew. His monitor has started again. I scream of joy and jump up and down. Tears roll down my eyes.."you made it Drew Poo. You made it." I bring the chair next to his bed and lay there and fall asleep listening to the sound of his heart beeps
-From the found diary of Amelia
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Shot Through The Heart
Non-FictionI just wanted to be different...I just wanted to be better..I just wanted to be happy I can't.. So I just want to be dead