My mom and I are always arguing. I've become a pro at tuning her out. I hear her yelling and banging on my door, which I've locked and barricaded. The banging and stream of curse words is soon muffled and then totally gone as I put my headphones on and turn up my music as loud as it can go.
I unlock Aimee's diary and start to read.
November 24
I really hate the sight of blood.
Her handwriting is shaky and there are dried tear stains all over the page.
I sigh and close the book. My eyes wander over to her art portfolio. I pick it up and look at the next picture.
A woman, looking tortured and defeated. All in different shades of red.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
