I now have an address, one little lead from all those hours of researching. The world must really not want to know about us because I've found almost nothing to help me. Normal humans don't know what they have; they don't have to work so hard to kill themselves if they wanted to. They have so many options, i see that as a little unfair; like the world is mocking me now. It is too late to follow the address, and i don't have a car. Judging from the picture of a map i printed earlier this place is across town. I don't know how i'm going to get there. I'll just have find a bench or something to stay for the night. I wonder around in the dark for awhile and find a bus stop with a bench next to it; perfect.
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Teen FictionSometimes all it takes to push someone over the edge is one little word. Only some are strong enough to do what I did, and only some know what it means to truly be alone. I happen to be one of those people. Will I make it out alive, living in this...
