Don't Let Me Go

Don't Let Me Go

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"Don't worry. I'm never going to leave you. I'll always be there for you. I promise." Her last words to me. They were a lie. Everything was a lie. Everything we shared. The little talks on the beach, the locket we bought with our birthday money, our secret hiding spot. Everything. Was. A. Lie. ________________ Cassie couldn't take it anymore. It was just too much. So she ended it. She ended everything.But one thing she forgot was how it changed everyone else. Her sister, Macy was only 14. Cassie was 17. They were close. Macy told Cassie everything. Cassie told Macy everything. There were best friends. They said that they would always be there for each other. But suddenly, Cassie was gone. And Macy is lost. Why did Cassie leave her? Who is she without Cassie? How can she still live? Through this story, Macy must learn to be her own person while grieving over the suicide of her beloved sister, Cassie.
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This diary consists of short 1 month period. The girl, Emma confides in her feelings, her thoughts, her day and her tragedies. There are going to be twists and a really sad ending. Live this one month with Emma. Understand the kind of woman she is. "It's 1st of December, 2012. I received this thick black spiraled diary as a gift from my late mother. She always said that this diary would show me more patience than people and I should write my heart out when there's no one special enough to listen... to confide in. It was my 12th birthday. I'm 16 now and guess what? I really don't have anyone to share my crazy thoughts or stupid feelings. If I ever start doing it... People would assume me mentally sick and tie me to a chair and start stuffing me with aspirins and sedatives. And that's definitely not the way I want to go down. So, I'm just starting to write in this diary until and unless I find that special one to share everything and nothing with."

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