Trust can Hurt

Writing

Layla's POV:
I look at my clock, it is now 11:42. I can't stop thinking. Everything is making me cry, I can't believe Jason has had it so bad. His parents died when he was five. He couldn't even read! I need to stop thinking, get my mind off of it. I get up and look for my laptop, it's probably downstairs so I start walking down stairs and the light is on. Who is still awake? I continue to look for my laptop when I see my mom, sitting on the couch.
"What are you doing up?" She asks with concern
"Just thinking a lot, can't sleep." I can't tell her what I'm thinking about, but I am thinking. "Why are you?"
"Just," she pauses "today was your brothers birthday." She cries. I never knew my brother he was 14 when he killed himself. I was only 1 when this all happened. "You know, if your life ever gets so bad you would kill yourself. Please, just tell me." She is crying but quietly, it's more like she is talking with tears streaming from her eyes. "He was bullied you know. He was bullied about his leg." My brother had to get his left leg amputated when he was a baby. It wasn't getting enough blood and it turned purple. "He told me about it, I told the school about it too. That only made it worse though. He hated life, I don't want you to hate it also. I can't lose another." She says
"Mom, I promise I will never hurt myself, nor will I intentionally hurt someone else." I reassure her.
"Thank you, I'm going to go lay down now. Goodnight Lay, love you."
"Love you too mom." I say grabbing my starting to walk up the stairs.
I get into my room and I start writing. Writing is my escape from everything, it is what calms me down since I can make it anything I want, I can make it happy and lovey, or I could make it sad and depressing. I can live inside my story and no one will know how real they really are. So I open my laptop and write out my thoughts. It's a story about a young girl who has a crush on a guy, it's called "I Wish". It is about Jason but he doesn't know that, heck, he probably doesn't even know I write. We really need to get to know each other.