"Celeste, why do you hate me?", my mom asks as she turns the car of.
Then I look from her to the outside of the therapist's office.
Then I look from her to Aimee's journal.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Teen FictionTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
