For weeks upon weeks Andy had become less bothered with me. I needed to get to the bottom of it!
Walking home from school a tear came to his eye, my feet stopped bringing him closer to me.
"What's wrong??" I muffled into his shoulder, in that moment he wept, and wept, and wept. It was the first time I saw him cry. Instantly I moved my hand onto his to show my comfort towards him, and there I saw it.
He couldn't look me in the eye, but my pale face couldn't stop beaming towards him. In anger, in hate, in love, I was so confused. Why would he do this?? Wasn't I all he needed? Obviously I was not.
I always sensed a part of him wasn't happy with his life, but I thought I stopped that. I thought I healed him. The red substance slowly washed upon my hands like I was the master of a deadly massacre, but I wasn't.
One small cut,
One small slice,
He didn't know it,
But I paid the price.
Torment and anger,
It grew and grew,
He knew it,
And I knew it too.
I wanted to feel what he felt. It tore me into a million pieces to see him so hurt.
I did what I had to do...
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The Hurt and The Forgotten
Ficción GeneralAmelia is a simple minded teenager, until the illness of her mother leads to a dramatic change in her life. Out to fend for herself, Amelia must face the torment of the outside world... But it wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. *BASED ON A T...
