Walking Jessica back to her classroom, I saw something.
Or someone.
Tiffany. The most beautiful, popular girl in the school. Her hair that usually fell in perfect golden curls was a mess. Her outfit, normally gorgeous and well put together, consisted of a pair of sweats, sneakers, and a hoodie. Her make up, normally perfectly applied to accent her angelic face was smeared on her face.
And she was crying.
"You realize this is all your fault?" Alyssa told her. Alyssa was another somewhat close friend. She was the one who usually stuck up for me when Tiffany was around.
Alyssa was crying as well.
"It's all your fault!" Alyssa repeated. "How could you do this to her? She didn't need you to make fun of her, she was having a hard enough time! It was you that really pushed her over the edge."
Tiffany's back was pressed against the wall and she slid down it, wrapping her arms around her knees and pulling them to her chest she bowed her head.
Alyssa continued to cry and scream blame at her.
Tiffany couldn't even speak, she just cried.
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After Suicide
Short StoryWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
