April 25,
if he really loved me, he wouldn't make me do this.
I close Aimee's journal and look up at the world around me. This was the real world, not the world written from the point of view of a then fifteen year old girl.
I look around at all the kids in the lunchroom, happily chatting away with their friends as they eat.
How can they be so happy?, I think to myself.
Then I remember, they didn't loose their best friend.
They didn't loose the one who cared about them the most.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Fiksi RemajaTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
