I skipped my two next classes that day.
I ran off to the restroom that no one used unless if there were couples who wanted to make out.
But I didn't care; the restroom was empty today.
I locked myself in the very last stall and tucked my knees against my chest.
I tightly wrapped my arms around my legs and rested my face on my knees.
I cried because I couldn't hold it in anymore.
I cried because I was in denial.
I cried because I had destroyed seven years worth of a friendship.
I cried because I couldn't take anymore of the pain I suffered.
I needed something.
I wanted to inflict pain and make everything go away.
But on who?
There's no other person than myself to blame.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Short StoryMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
