Part 34
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"Hey. We can go home soon," My mom spoke. I haven't seen Jessica since yesterday. She left and never came back. I nodded and got up from the chair I was sitting in.
I was ready and all. I was just sitting in the hospital chair,waiting to be released. "You need to try and speak," My mom suggested. I shook my head.
Her smile fell. She wants me to. But I don't want to. I don't want to talk anymore. If I can't talk to one small person,Even to save them, then why should I even try?
Why?
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Dear,broken one(REWRITING)
Short StoryBook 1 of the broken and scared series. Dear,broken one. I can't defend you because of my anxiety ,but I will overcome my fears. For you and for me. Love,the scaredy cat. (This is a girlxgirl/lgbt+ story. If you don't like it don't read it. You...
