"Can you help me?"
She wrote on her notepad and showed me.
"With what?"
A frown was etched upon her lips.
"Stacey's been bothering me a lot lately. You're her friend right?"
I shake my head and scratched the back of my neck.
"Not anymore."
Her hopeful face expression dropped slightly and she sighed to herself.
"I just need someone to completely stop Stacey from bothering me. It's driving me crazy, and I can't take it much longer."
"I'm sorry. But for as long as I am not friends with her, she won't be listening to me anymore."
I know that I am not the one who should be helping you.
Either way, Benjamin is the one who should be the one helping you, not me.
I'm a monster.
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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...
