TRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped away the mascara and tears that were running down her face, gathered up what was left of her broken family, and turned to leave. I ran my hand over the lock and watched as a piece of paper slipped out from the diary and fell to the ground. I slowly bent down to pick it up and read the words that were scrawled in Aimee's familiar handwriting. "Remember that key I gave you a year ago? Use it." • • • this story contains coarse language and a girl who struggles to move on without her best friend.
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