I find myself in Jasmine's room, slumped in that stupid fucking hospital slumping chair. The one Porter slumped in when he waited to find out if I was going to live. The one millions of people slump in, just barely holding on until they receive some sort of dreadful news.
I lift my head slightly. Michael is telling Jasmine the news and hugging her and everyone is sobbing and I'm going numb.
I've realized something: Nothing good lasts.
I'm positive now.
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Teen FictionAudrey Summers is going to kill herself today. She's already thought everything through-even taken the precaution of flipping family photos around so absolutely nothing can discourage her. But before she gets the chance to follow through with her s...
