Let Me Help You

Let Me Help You

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"You can't tell me what to do, you're not my mother!" I screamed at my best friend. After she stormed out I felt like screaming out of pure frustration. My life was falling apart and it was all my fault. It was my fault my mother got cancer, my dad abused us, my best friend left me. I couldn't take it anymore. I took a beer bottle from the kitchen counter and smashed it onto the hardwood floor. My hands started to bleed from the broken glass. By this point I was sobbing my eyes out. I slowly collapsed to the floor, sitting down while crying my eyes out into my hands. Then I felt these large, strong hands wrap around my waist picking me up gently. A boy's voice softly whisper into my ear. "Let me help you."
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There were two of us. Both drowning in each other's pain. I got lucky and swam up to the top grasping for air. She sank to the bottom and there was nothing I could do for her. She may have drowned but I feel like I did. And now I'm breaking. Because without her why am I even living?

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