Sarah was my friend and shes gone. She didn't leave as in move house. I mean, dead. She killed herself when I was in year 7.. and I miss her. I have this guilt. It surrounds me. Because the day she killed herself, she asked me out... I was petrified and scared because we were best friends, she was there after my dad left and was my childhood friend. I said no. She ran away crying. I called her later that night. I didn't know that ten minutes earlier she had drowned herself in her bathtub. I was told the next day by her parents. Her mom had found her. I blame myself. But she wrote that it wasn't me who pushed her to do that. We were like siblings. She loved me... and i loved her. Id sleep over hers. And I loved cuddling up and watching Scooby doo with her. She was selfish and did that and left me. It was selfish because she forgot our plans to become fucking pirates and own a new York apartment together and left me. She was the only friend after my dad left. And she stabbed me in the dark. Shes dead. And it feels like she took me with her. Up to wherever she is.
YOU ARE READING
My past.
Non-Fictionthis is a book about me. you won't know the real me. nobody does. I went through shit. like everyone else. but now im older and the memories still stay and taunt me.
