I ran to the jeep smoke was everywhere. I tried to open the door but it was crushed in and there was no point. I felt bad, but why? Why should I feel bad? He was the one that would never like me. He left me and he stole my boyfriends car. He's pathetic maybe I don't want him to live. But maybe if he survives he'll realize that his awful actions were cruel. Maybe he'll change, maybe he won't but I hope he does and I will forgive him if he's ready to make a change.
Then the jeep explodes. I back up with my hands in front of my face. I start to cry and Andy holds me. The jeep is in flames and the ambulance is still no where in sight, there's no hope.
Maybe he could have changed.
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Depression.
Teen FictionAbout a 16 year old girl named Emily who is suicidal and her journey through life. How she deals with depression and and problems she faces along the way. It was her first time switching schools because she had to move in with her dad. How are peopl...
