April 1st,
Let someone attempt to play a trick on me and I'll kindly punch them in the face.
No one messed with her that day. I remeber. We all knew she was to fragile. She was hard on the outside but inside, she was easy to break. At least, she pretended to be tough. I was weak. Inside and out.
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...
