Dear Betty
God, I never thought I'd be writing this. Never, I swear.
I know I've been horrible lately but I feel so lost. I don't think I could ever be the same. What's the point in trying?
I'm sorry, Betty, so sorry. I wish none of this ever happened, we could go back to last year and just stay there forever. I could do things differently, make it better.
I thought, no matter how long I was beneath the surface, I would be able to breathe eventually. That is not the case. I tried to swim up but I'm too far down. I tried Betty, I did.
I was closing my eyes, trying to block out the world. When I finally gathered the courage to open them I couldn't see. I can't see anything anymore.
These scars may never heal, they'll always be there to remind me. Bring back memories that I want to forget. I will never forget.
In a way I knew I wanted this, I never thought there'd come a time when I'd do it though. I wish I'd talked to someone sooner. They could've helped me. I wish more than anything that I wasn't writing this letter.
Isa
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A.N - THE END! Wait! Don't go yet! There's another book (yayyy)! It's got the same characters as this one and it's called Isa's Star! Ahahahahah you can't escape meeee! ❤️
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Isa's Scars
Teen FictionSticks and bones may break my bones but bones will heal. These scars won't fade. She was fine. Fun. Chill. Always with a smile or a joke. She pretends she's fine, that nothing's wrong, that her smile is every bit as real as her cuts. She has people...
