Prolouge

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It was two in the morning when she got the text. The text that changed her and so many others lives. The text that read, "You are such a goth. So why don't you go join your ghost buddies. You know, the ones that you hang out with and believe so much in. The ghosts that you visit in the graveyard because your social status is dead."

Everyone thought that they where funny when they said stuff like the text she received. Did they not know that she was burying these comments deep inside of her. They didn't even care for her opinion, her pain, and her reason. They thought it would make them more popular.

Just like her best friend. Her best friend was the reason for all of this destruction. She was the final tick in the bomb. She  was the cause for all the pain and worry. Her best friend changed many lives with that one text. Good changes and bad changes but mostly bad ones.

Some can disagree. Some can argue to whether it was the final ticks fault or the person who set the bombs fault? People make a good point when they say this, and many did say this, especially her best friend. That was her best friends excuse for when people blamed it on her for the suicide.

People also said it wasn't a suicide that it was a murder, but it never did get solved.

That one night as she stared at the glowing screen of her phone with tears streaming down her face, it happened. That simple two words that she said. The words that changed everything. The words that created it. That night she slowly said "I wish."

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