*This is written in a guy's POV*
I walked down the streets of Adelaide Road, spotting police cars and an ambulance parked in front of the Winter family's house, where my precious Blaire lived. I ran towards the house, barging into the living hall.
My precious Blaire was sprawled across the floor with a gun in her hands. Blood was splattered all over, she was lying on her own pit of blood. I was praying for this to be over, to be only a dream. But my mind knew it wasn't, my heart didn't want to believe.
I walked into her room, hoping to see her on her bed, eating her favourite jar of Nutella. But all I see was a book on her bed. Not her, not my precious Blaire.
I felt tears streaming down my face as I picked up the book, hugging it to my chest. The girl I loved, the girl I loved was dead.
And I had no one else to blame but myself.
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Teen FictionWas I born to suffer.... Was I born to walk this hill downwards? •••• Blaire Winters, the girl who shot herself in the living hall. Josh Dylan, the boy who fell in love with Blaire. Little did he know what she left behind.
