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Someone Stole My Best Friend, My Life |
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 - By A. Tucker, 14, Nova Scotia
Today I lost my best friend.
Someone stole her.
I realized this when I started making plans with her and she would go make others followed by a lame excuse. I got depressed and had suicidal thoughts. It's crazy what one person can do to your life. She told me she loved me. Deep down inside I knew it was a lie.
She helped herself get stolen. She walked right down that path... the wrong path, leading to her other best friend. The ones who hated me…hated me for liking her. Mum kept making things look more obvious when my friend kept putting things off. I pushed Mum aside, told her I was fine. She believed me. Did I believe myself?
Soon she stopped coming to my house. We stopped hanging out. I gave up in all hope. I had lots of other friends. None like her though. I was a loner at heart. When I started getting nasty e-mails and text messages I knew I couldn't handle it. After 2 weeks of harassment I couldn't live with myself anymore. Before Mum got home from work I wrote her this:
Mum,
I tried, but not hard enough. You believed in me, but I didn't believe in myself. I think this is for the best. Read my e-mails, you'll understand. Please don't be mad. I love you Mum. I took the two full bottles of extra strength Advil out of the medicine cupboard. I took all my clothes off. And wrote across my fat, “Are you happy now?" I downed the two bottles of Advil… laid down, closed my eyes... Hoping for a better life. |
