Letters To Noah

Letters To Noah

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Dear Noah, I was the victim and you were the bully. Both sides of our stories contain tragic outcomes. If only you were wiser with your decisions, then we wouldn't have been in a situation like this. I made the final call and you weren't the only reason. Don't guilt yourself too much, because in the end you never really cared. Your actions were never forgivable, yet here I am giving you a chance of forgiveness. -Ellie - - - - - - - - - - - Hello readers! This story was written when I was in 7th grade and I truly apologize for any errors/plot holes you may come across during your reading. A fair warning that there will be certain topics throughout the story that contains depression, suicide, self harm, etc. I would appreciate a lot of feedback/comments to improve as a writer. Enjoy your reading time.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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