I walked out of her house without a word, what was the point of trying anymore? She hated me, I had no one else to blame other than my mother. It's been a year since I've spoken to her, looked at her even. My father turned into alcoholic after she left, not only that but he always worked.
Either he was drunk off the walls or he was at work. It didn't matter anymore, I was always alone. Samantha left so I lost her, I never had much friends, most importantly I lost my family. I moved to Maryland because I wanted to have a fresh start, that didn't work out that well since I've left off from where I started.
I didn't have an escape, a year ago Samantha was my escape. I knew everything about her, and I never forgot about her. She was the one who kept me going when times were tough, but since she wasn't there when I needed her I did things other to help with the pain.
I went straight to my house, I went to the bathroom and grabbed my blade. I couldn't take the loneliness anymore, all the pain, all the thoughts I constantly had to push away. This was the only thing I could do to stop it all, and for good. I pulled my sleeve up and slowly cut my forearm and slowly moved down toward my wrist. I felt so tired, I sat down at the corner of my bathroom and let the pain take me away.
My vision got blurry and my head felt fuzzy, for once in my life I felt okay. I'm sorry Samantha, I hope that Luke guy makes you happy like I did years ago. I could faintly hear pounding on my front door, but once they got in here it would be too late. I lost all hope.
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The Boy Next Door
Fiksi PenggemarSamantha lives in a quiet neighborhood, she has always been quiet and never had much friends. That all changes when she meets the boy next door.