Lizzie's P.O.V
I stared. Just stared. A teardrop escaped from my watery eyes in the process, from sadness and the burning sensation. A calm breeze blew from the east, making my pink hair flow behind me. Briana, why? This... this is all my fault. I was her best friend, and I knew... I KNEW she had depression... I didn't help her... She seemed fine... But, I should've known how she truly felt... I examined the tombstone.
Here lies Briana Michelle Aceti, 1991-2014.
I took a few more steps near her grave, constant tears streamed down my face, uncontrollably, falling on the dewy grass I walked on. I started to sob, and it took away the eerie silence that surrounded me.
A hand touched my shoulder, I tensed up and jumped slightly, startled. I turned to see Jerome, and immediately calmed down, sighing with relief. He had a depressed and solemn look in his eyes that seemed emotionless.
His face was damp with tears, and we embraced each other in our arms. I started to sob more than ever over his shoulder, and he attempted to stay strong.
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Jerome had to go, and I sat right next to the medium-sized light gray colored tombstone. My legs were stretched out, and over time I started to become pissed and mournful. I am determined to find out who made this happen.
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The Suicide Notebook
FanfictionBriana was a girl that got driven to suicide by bullying. What happens when her best friends finds a notebook she wrote in constantly. Pain Tears Depression Now Lizzie can experience the pain she felt... Well, not exactly but... Close enough, right?
