Yesterday, when I ran home, I cried for the rest of the day. I was honestly so confused. I know I would never do anything with Tyler but he has picture proof and the fact that I'm pregnant. I still believe this baby is for Danny, but he made it clear he hates me. I can't believe we went from best friends in love to this.
Right now it was 1pm and I skipped dinner last night, breakfast, and lunch this morning. I just was not in the mood to eat and that might not be healthy considering my condition but I just don't know how to cope. I love him and I did something stupid. I can't forgive myself for hurting him the way I did. Yesterday was the first time I've ever seen Danny break down like that. I did that to him. I messed him up.
Maybe he's right and we shouldn't be friends. I don't want to hurt him anymore. He deserves only good things.
Tears start to fall down my face as I lay in my bed with my teddy bear. Danny won it for me at an arcade. I grip the teddy bear and sob quietly. I'm such a terrible person.
I open my nightstand drawer and pull out a blade that my mom makes me keep for sewing. I look at it and sob more. I place it on my wrist and I slowly slit. It hurt like hell at first but I started to relax when I felt the pain slipping away. I started to feel numb to the pain. When the blood spilled out, I quickly grabbed a paper and put pressure on the cut. That's enough for today.
I sighed and laid in my bed. I've never done that before but it was helpful. For now.
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Mine (an African love story)
Teen FictionAnima and Danny have been best friends since birth. They do everything together and are practically inseparable. When emotions, betrayal, mistakes, and mean girls are thrown into the mix, things are bound to get messy.
