Molly's POV
I wake up, knowing I can't text her. Those feeling cloud my heart as I'm about to cry. My love for her only grows everyday. I put on my clothes, and walk outside to the bus stop. The sound of the road as my feet hit it, the wind's whistle, and they bitter cold air all bring me back to her warmth, her smile, her eyes, her cherry lips, her hair. Everything was perfect. I wondered where she was, probably the mental hospital.
I went to school feeling empty, I did the right thing but I wanted to talk to her, she listened to me. I wanted to hold her more than anything though. I was nervous inside. Just one hug please, just one. The empty spot on my heart took a tole. I wanted to cry.
I got home and saw a knife, my parents were not there. I was scared to do anything, I was too scared. I looked at it, and took it. I finally sliced my wrist. I heard the door open and then all I could see was black.
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Internal Closet
RandomMolly, a 14 year old girl falls for a girl named jessica, who is closeted and has a hard time comming to terms with herself and knowing who she is. As the story follows book follows two points of view through a story, not just about romance but inte...
