Prologue:
My best friend, he's gone. His name was Jason. We have been friends for the longest time. I was the one who stood up for him when the bullies were chasing him around. They always say that the girl is the weaker one of the group and the boy always has to stand up for her. Not this girl. The group of bullies were chasing him around, until he fell of the dock. I was the only one paying attention to what was happening. So I ran to the dock removing my jacket and try reaching for Jason, who can't swim neither can I but I was trying to help. I was panicking even more seeing my friend struggle to stay at the top. Suddenly I was pushed into the cold water and I began splashing around trying to swim. I was screaming for help, that was until Pamela, Jason's mother heard our screaming. JAson's screaming slowly descended into gargles for help. I was pulled out of the water and I was screaming and crying knowing what will happen if Jason didn't get out of there soon.
"Jason," I screamed numerous times.
I already lost someone from drowning, I won't let it happen again. I struggled to get out of Pamela's arms and run towards the water to see if I can spot Jason anywhere. Nothing, not even little air bubbles. He- he was gone. I fell to my knees and began sobbing, he was my only friend the only one who didn't care about my personality disorder.
"Amellia," Pamela whispered slightly crying and holding me close to her.
She was the only true thing I had to a mother. My actual mother abandoned me when I was little. I gripped the back of her shirt crying harder.
"I should have been there," I screamed in my head.
