"Celeste, having sex doesn't make someone a whore, right?"
I think for a minute, not knowing what to say, still being pure myself. "I guess not. If it's in, like, moderation. But I mean we're kinda young for now. Don't you think?"
Aimee looks down at her feet, a guilty expression on her face. "Yeah, we are. And we make some stupid decisions when we're young too."
I think back to that day and suddenly all Aimee's actions since then make sense. I stare at her journal on my nightstand, wanting to open it but I decide against that idea. I simply turn off the light and lay in my bed.
I stare at the ceiling as my eyes adjust to the darkness, waiting to fall into a dreamless sleep.
Then I wonder.
Is Aimee in heaven or hell right now?
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER 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...
