Suicide pact. (true story)

chapter two

   i hope this chapter is better. i promise it keeps getting better. i was boring when i was eleven. just wait!! c:

    Every morning Cecilia and Noel walked to school together. They went about twenty minutes before there siblings started. Noel had made a fort when she was about seven and they had some very intersecting things hidden there. Cecilia and Noel would bring things their every morning and every evening they'd go back, tell each other why they were planting these bad memories into the ground, forever. The one thing that stuck with Noel her whole life is what Cecilia brought to hide on April 19, 2009. Noel had brought a broken tea cup and her sisters journal. She told Cecilia that she dropped the cup that was her great grandma's and knew she would get killed, the journal just because her sister called her a twat last night. Cecilia hadn't said a word the whole time. When it was her turn she pulled out a box, about the size of a textbook, and she told Noel that the things inside were killing her. She needed to get rid of them for good, as tears rolled down her face Noel was silent. After a couple of minutes Noel got up, hugged Cecilia, and slowly lifted the boxes lid off of it. Cecilia rolled up her sleeves and pulled her dress up. There must have been over two hundred scars and cuts, some still bleeding, on her skin. At this point Cecilia was crying her eyes out as Noel just stared. After about twelve minutes, give or take, Noel began to slowly rolled her sleeves up and pull her dress up as well. There skin had looked exactly the same. Cecilia got off the ground and hugged Noel. They knew that they were he same and that's why they had become best friends. Cecilia dug a hole and helped Noel put there things in it and decided to keep her box just a bit longer. She knew that she wasn't alone and frankly she didn't want to stop self mutilating herself.