"my mother doesn't even care about me" my thoughts were racing around this idea of my mom not caring. I heard a few knocks at the door "common in" I yelled it was Brittany. "What do you want?" I asked "I just wanted to give you a gift" she put a heavy box on my lap. She slowly walked out of the room. I opened the box their was box cutters and notes from every kid in school saying "please die" "kill your self" there was rope, there was pills, there was bleach. It was everything you'd need to kill your self. I threw the box to the wall. I didn't want to see it. The box went everywhere. I felt hot tears rushing down my face. I now wished everything would be gone.
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Lost.
Teen FictionBethany stateger is a normal teenage girl. She reads, plays video games, and goes to the mall. She also writes a lot. Until brittany came to town. this is a story of life, death and heartbreak. TRIGGER WARNING THIS HAS SELF HARM AND SUCIDE.
