Prologue
Sometimes I feel as if I’m walking beside the edge. Like one good push will send me over. Fall down so far, you never get back up. I don’t want that to be me, yet that seems to be my fate.
Nothing helps. Your friends don’t tell you you’re pretty until you show up looking like them. Hair, make-up, those things don’t give you confidence; they let you hide behind them like a mask.
When I’m alone, I can’t stop the bad thoughts from creeping in and seeing no other alternative.
I tried to fight, but I’m weak. Suicide was not my first choice. But it’s the only option I can see that I have left.
I’m sorry, Mom, Dad and Claire
I’m sorry, Celia, Danielle, and Mia.
Good-bye,
Alexandria Mitchell
Alexandria finished signing the note before placing it on her neatly made bed. She stood up straight and looked around her room one last time before going to the window and climbing out.
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Murder?
Teen FictionCassidy Reynolds is the new student along with her older by almost a year brother, Cale. They have just moved to a new place and are in for a shock. When Cassidy arrives on her first day at her new school without Cale, who's sick at home, she beco...
