Makayla's POV
Luke had brought me and Michael home, where he began his questioning. In the car ride he just looked too mad to say anything.
"Why didn't you call for help? Did they both rape you? Did they hurt you? What did they do? What were they going to do? I swear if they-"
"Luke, stop. I'm fine."
"No! You're not fine. You were raped, and you've been abused who knows how long, and no one cares for you except me, and-" he stopped when he saw the tears collect in my eyes.
"Thanks, Luke." I started to walk away, but he trapped me into a hug.
"I'm sorry. I-I guess I just got angry and I wasn't thinking."
"No, I get it. You were only saying what's true."
"Yeah, she's is a mistake." Michael chimed in. I exploded.
"Why Michel?! Why do that to me?! Why hate me and resent me, and say "No one loves you.", or "You're a mistake."?! Why can't you just get over it?! Yes, I get that I'm a product of a prostitute. I gently that I make every one's life so miserable. But you don' have To keep reminding me about it!!" I ran from the house, speeding down the driveway and neighborhood.
I was going to a spot where no one ever went. Suicide Forest.
There's a rectangular patch of thick and over-grown trees where multiple people have killed them selves in. But there's a hot spot for suicide just beyond the woods. It's a 100 foot cliff with pointy and huge rocks ot the bottom.
That's where I'm going.
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FanfictionI looked over the edge of the cliff, viewing the pointed rocks scattered 1000 feet below me. I was ready. Ready to end this. My life. My torture. Ready to improve other's lives by taking myself from them. I began to lean forward. "Don't you dare." H...
