I lay there in the grass. There's nothing that I can do to ever change what happened. It was all my fault. I trace the letters:
In Memory Of
RoseAnn King
I punch the ground, and I scream. I scream everything out of me. I pull my hair, and cry. For the first time I cry. I cry for my mom. I cry for my dad. I cry for my scars. Most of all I cry for Ann, the one person I vowed to protect with all of my heart. I cry because it's all my fault. I cry because I want to die. I have nothing to live for. Just die. If God or whoever is supposedly up there, then why doesn't he help me. Just take away my sorrows. I don't want to live anymore please just end it. If you really loved me you'd help me. Please.
My tears are falling uncontrollably now. I can't stop them. A familiar hand touches my shoulder. I look up even though I know who it is. I stand up, and she holds me.
"It gets better than this," she whispers in my ear, her voice blending in with the wind.
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the prince from hell
Novela JuvenilOne girl, and two boys from her past. Naomi King is a 16 year old girl. She's lost many, and abused by the person she'd forgive in a heartbeat. When she loses everything, she is sent to a boarding school across the country. She's starting over. A ne...
