Debbies Death
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  • Durée 1h 4m
  • LECTURES 531
  • Votes 64
  • Parties 11
  • Durée 1h 4m
Terminé, Publié initialement déc. 23, 2014
Debbie Ann Gretski was the least popular girl in school. She was overweight, too bright, had braces like a metal mouth, and wore glasses. She was worth picking on. That is of course until she ended her own suffering hurting her bestfriend Beth and making me feel very regretful. I teased her and hurt her emotionally and mentally until she couldn't take it anymore and killed herself. I felt horrible and the people around me made me feel even worse. Especially Beth even though she never said one word to me or to anyone. Her looks of anger and sorrow and despair made me feel a sharp pain in my chest and I wanted to apologize to her and to Debbie G. for what I did and for no logic behind it. Except the fact that I wish I were her which sounds insane. I never did point out her positive qualitites which I envied. (COMPLETED)
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