Lizzie's P.O.V
I started to panic.
He has it . . .
Jerome has her suicide notebook.
I shouldn't have brought it.
Why am I so stupid sometimes?!
I wonder what he's doing with it . . .
Third Person's P.O.V
Jerome curiously flipped the cover of Briana's notebook, intrigued by the item Lizzie dropped.
Day 1
I was sitting on the bench that was outside the school, just like a regular day. Then a girl approached me, "aw, you're alone again. Too bad, it's just that-" she turned back to everyone that seemed to crowd around us, "freaks don't get friends." The audience filled with laughter, "just, leave me alone." I muttered, nervous. I was attempting to not stutter, but it was difficult. "How about, well, no!" Annabelle exclaimed in a perky tone. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Don't give me attitude." She snapped at me, more people surrounded us, and I started to get claustorphobic. This is a horrible idea, but might as well try it. I stood up and walked right in front of her face, "just. Leave. Me. Alone. You have nothing better to do but make fun of me?" I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek, and before I could react, I was pushed to the ground. "I said, don't. Give. Me. Attitude!" She spat, stepping on my arm with her heel. She walked away, and her posse followed her around. I just layed there, left for dead I guess, but I wouldn't die. Would I?
I thought that maybe if I write this down, it might help me. I'm alone, isolated, vulnerable, insecure... I could go on for the rest of the book, but nah. Anyways, bye. -Briana
Jerome's eyes widened.
Why would Lizzie hide this from me? I'm Briana's brother and she hides something this important?
YOU ARE READING
The Suicide Notebook
FanficBriana 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?
