Jerome's P.O.V
I was in my room, or the remains of it at least. There were clothes scattered around the floor- everywhere, there wasn't one spot visible of the wood floor. I. Was her brother. I. Should've protected her, but I was useless. I, Jerome Robert Aceti, didn't help my sister over a bully problem I NEVER knew about. I, am a horrible brother.
Mitch checks up on me daily, but I don't want him too. I wish people would leave me alone, it's all I'm asking for- really, that's it.
A soft, faint knock came from someone against the locked, bedroom door. "Jerome?" Mitch asked. No response. Why can't he leave me alone?
Lizzie's P.O.V
Day 2
Guess I came back, huh. Isn't it sad that to me, death seems more inviting than life? Anyways, today, earlier, I was in class, the teacher remarked something that I forget than Annabelle said something rude. After that, in the halls- she shoved me against the lockers, "you should've seen your face when I said that in class." She whispered to me. People watched, again, but they weren't crowded around. The teachers though? Nope. "She's such a slut. Didn't you hear what happened at Reece's party?" Someone seemed to whisper to someone else. I DID NOTHING! I DIDN'T EVEN GO THE THE DAMN PARTY! I want to break down, but that's what Annabelle wants. I feel so lonely, and I cry. But no one, not Jerome can understand how broken I am...
I paused reading. I finished that page anyways, but, when does she meet me? That's what I really wanna know.
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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?
