Brooklyn was walking through the hallways. A smile was on her bright lips as she held her books. She had met a new friend this year, Kyle. Well. I guess I shouldn't say "friend". I should probably say, Kyle was her boyfriend, as he had asked her out at the start of the year. Brooklyn walked to class and smiled at Kyle. Kyle hadn't known Brooklyn had been depressed because she had never told him. 'Oh god, this fake smile hurts so bad inside. How long can I keep this up?' Brooklyn knew she had to tell him sooner or later. But it was very hard to do.
~end of the day~
Brooklyn walked to her locker. She quickly did her combination, and pulled it open as sticky notes flew out at her. Same as usual. "Ugly bitch" "Go kill yourself" "No one likes you" She sighed and shoved them in her backpack along with the others and shoved her books in there too. She zipped up her backpack, closed the locker, and put the fake smile back on her lips. She walked out of school, looking down at the floor. 'How long can this go on?' She thought to herself. She felt scared. Alone.
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Self harm and Suicide
Teen FictionA story about self-harm, and suicide. Kinda real, kinda fiction. Trigger warning! xc Characters- Brooklyn, Kyle, and some others •u• Enjoy whoever reads this (I bet nobody XD)