Stand By Me

*This is kind of an intro*

(Catherine's p.o.v)

I started my average morning. I tied my golden blonde hair that was (surprisingly) perfectly falling on my forehead. I picked out the cutest outfit thinking that my best friend Baylee would love it.

My head dropped lower and tears slowly trickled down. She always helped me with my outfits, since I was a fashion disaster. That was until she committed suicide. She promised me that we would get through the bullying together, but one day I woke up to a phone call.

Now I didn't have a short little red head telling me to get out of bed and to tell me that "I can get through it." Or "You are strong enough."

Nope, all I got was a 24/7 intoxicated dad yelling at me to get my fat a** up or to stop eating all the time. I wish Baylee was still here I could still use those comforting words on my lowest days.

After her death I always prayed that someone would come along and take me far away from here someday. Maybe my wish would come true but I guess only time will tell...