Make a Wish

Chapter 4

" Well, as long as I'm going to keep you, you need a name! "

I got a coo in response. My heart melted. ( A/N if you don't like kids in reality, you like them here ) She's adorable! But I really can't think of a good name for her! Abby? Carly? Annabelle? Jane? Max? Angel? None of these names fit! She feels so precious! I know that I won't have her for very long, but I want her to have the most fitting name possible. I'm not sure why, but whenever I look at her, I see my old friend Kiara Nichole looking back at me. I haven't seen her in years, not since she vanished without a trace when we were about 14 years old. You may be wondering how I can possibly remember these things. Well, you see, I had a near photographic memory. No, I cannot remember what your mother wore ten years ago to her job interview, I remember important details, and sometimes insignificant random bits of trivia. A little fragment of trivia that I thought I would never use, just another painful memory that I couldn't be gladder to be rid of. We were like sisters. We had just made up after our worst spat yet. I had said so many nasty things to her that I didn't mean, just because she called me a disobedient brat because I ignored her parents when they said that I needed to leave. They told me that they needed to discuss some important matters with Kiara. I had seen marks on her arms before, and she assured me that they weren't from her parents, and when I asked what they were from, she just retreated into herself. So I never mentioned it. Then I started noticing other things on her body. Not bruises, things like cuts, and burns. I found almost empty medicine bottles carefully hidden in her room. I took them. I found knives and other cutting implements hidden in her locker, under her bed, in the pages of a book, in her hand. I took them. Her parents didn't know, I tried to clue them in. I started talking about Kiara, then about the things that we learned in health class. The warning signs, and how to help. They didn't listen.
I was at the end of my rope. I took out my anger on a couple of my bullies. I landed all of us in the hospital.  Since Kiara and I were the most disliked and mistrusted people in the neighborhood, they took the side of those jerks who harmed my most vulnerable ( and only ) friend and me.

A/N SELF HARM IS NOT A JOKE!!! IF YOU MAKE JOKES ABOUT SELF HARM, OR MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE WHO SELF HARM, THEN GO. REMOVE THIS STORY FROM YOUR LIBRARY. UNFOLLOW THIS ACCOUNT. GO AND RUMINATE ON HOW YOU ARE RUINING THEIR LIVES EVEN MORE BY MAKING FUN OF THEIR HARDSHIPS. IF YOU MAKE FUN OF SELF HARM OR PEOPLE WHO SELF HARM, THEN GO THINK ABOUT WHAT A DESPICABLE EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING THAT YOU ARE. To the approximately 2% of readers who are still here, this means that you do not do any of the things that I was just ranting about. If you understand why I did this, please, do it on your account. Please. Make sure that people know that it's not a joke!!!!!! Thank you all so much, and I love you to death if you are still here. Thank you so, so, so much my lovelies.