Bonnie's POV:
I made it through 5 period classes already, 2 more to go. And it looks like someone recoded Gabby making me cry and posted it on Facebook and Snapchat. In every class I was in they would play the video and pretended to cry and say, "no one understands me *fake cries* I'm a lonely emo freak" and pretended to cut their wrist with a pencil...sometimes I wonder if they only do this to fit in yet again I couldn't care less I just wanted to die and make them shut up. But I can't do that cause I'm weak.
Mark's POV:
Its 2:47p.m. and Bonnie's school ends at 2:50p.m. its unlike her to not having to text me all day and saying bye all the time. I have a feeling that she's pushing me away, maybe I'm annoying her. I think I need to give her space. But what if she's upset and she's pushing everyone away? I want to be there for her but I don't know...maybe I'm over thinking too much... Any who I heard that there is this band playing in California, that's where she lives, and I bought 2 tickets to see them! The name of the band is called Pierce The Veil. And I have enough money to go to Cali to see her and them! The band plays in 2 days and ima tell her but I want to surprise her. Maybe I'll show up at her house and tell her since its our favorite band! As in matter of fact...ima go to her right now.
Bonnie's POV:
Mark is always texting me and he hasn't in like about 6 hours... Maybe I annoyed him. Maybe he's doesn't like me anymore. I don't want to bother him either. What if I text him n he says that I'm worthless? What if he blocked my number ready? I'm afraid to find out. One for not standing up for yourself, one for crying *crying* I can't take this anymore.Bonnie started cutting herself repeatedly but not deep enough to die. She's crying as her phone vibrates.
Mark: hey! Where are you :3
Bonnie: on the bathroom floor, and you?
Mark: why on the floor? What's wrong?! I'm here walking somewhere.
Bonnie: I don't know I'm just tired Dude I'm having my thoughts again, when I have these thoughts I write them down on a piece of paper n then throw it away, but i don't know I can't bare with them anymore I want to write them on my skin again... No I'm sorry..but I did write on my skin, I did cut it myself. I hate myself.*knocking on her front door*
Marks POV:I was texting her as I was walking towards her house and its pretty dark outside. She was saying that she cut herself so I ran to the last block where she lived and I knocked on her door. When she opened her door I saw tears in her eyes, so much sorrow. But I had to make sure it was her, I was about to ask if she was Bonnie but that's when I remembered that she had told me that she had Hazel eyes, so I hugged her tight and she got scared. "Buttercup its me, calm down its me, you're alright now." And I started to cry as she held me back tight crying harder.

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Ficção AdolescenteA girl who has depression and a boy who is "recovered" try to help each other and love each other but their only problem is distance.