Its not like it hasn't crossed my mind. What would Abby think of me?.. If she knew what I was doing. It's not like she thought of me when she killed herself... Oh my god. that was a horrible thing to say.
But it's true. So why do I say she was murdered? What else could it be when someone takes the last living parts of you?.. It's the worst kind of death after all. Losing your entire being.
I was working so much I found out from her diary one night.
She had been acting strange. She wouldn't tell me when I asked her what was wrong. So I looked.
Before I could confront her about it.. she was dead. Death by pills.
She loved him. She would have given him anything. It's not like he needed to take it.
I suppose that's irrelevant now. He's dead to.
Our session ends with me slamming the door on the way out. Maybe that was rude but this is therapy. And slamming doors is therapeutic.
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Teen Fiction***TRIGGER WARNING: Contains scenes of sexual assault*** I kill Sex Offenders...That's supposed to make me sound good until you realize that I'm a murderer. See. Right there. You just realized it. and now you hate me. or want to walk away and not b...
