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Chapter 10

Kayla POV

"9-1-1 what's your emergency"

"He did it."

"Did what miss"

"He jumped he jumped off the bridge it's all my fault ! I should have just let him in when he came to the door it's my fault my fault!" I was crying so hard my words just jumbled up.

"Police are on there way everything will be ok" she said her voice soothing me as I heard police sirens in the distant getting closer. 20 minutes later police questioned me asking me his name how old he was and where he was from. I was able to answer the questions. There still wasn't a sign of where the body was, the police said that his body could have floated futher down the ocean and they would get the search team out there right away. They let me go home, and I would be on call if they found his body. As I drove home I couldn't stop thinking of this whole situation, how one site and the lies could lead to something like this. I felt so guilty because I sent him over the edge, I was the last part of his decision and it put so much weight on my shoulders. I didn't know what to do next or who to go to, I was scared terrified of what was to come next. Would I be blamed for this?

Do you ever wish you could just start over or rewind your life and fix the things you mess up on? That's how I am feeling, like I should have just talk to him instead of turning him down, but I cant. No matter how many times I say it, I can't take back what I done because it's already done.

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20 minutes later I was home, I ran up the stairs and opened my laptop to my Match account. The message was still there, the message I couldn't bring myself to read. I clicked on his name and read the message. My heart sunk, here he was telling me the truth, but there was also a message that he sent on the day he died, that just broke my heart,

Don't forget me Kayla, I may have lied and I'm sorry I really am. If I could just start over I would, but life isn't a wishing factory. Have you ever thought of why God put you on this Earth? Everyday of my life was spent hating God for putting me here to be tortured, hated for who I am. I may not be that football player, or that popular kid, but I am human. If you would have looked deeper in who I was instead of what I looked like things could have been different, I felt it, I really did. Don't cry for me, I doubt you will I mean who will cry for me. I believe this is the right thing to do.

People say I should be happy and this is my happy.

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I don't this chapter wasn't that great but the book is coming close to an end! thanks for 1K READS! And all the comments and votes thanks so much. make sure to check out damaged love!

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