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On Witty in school.
Like a Boss. (;
Fea rs .
Chapter Two.
Let me just explain to you, How Kendra always made me feel the happiest. There was this one time, where My Mom and Dad wouldn't shut up. So one of them tried to punch the other. It almost got out of hand.
I ran away that night, and Kendra found me sitting in front of her house. I just stayed there for a week. I didn't care about anything else. She was all I needed.
"You alright?" She asked. I was sobbing. "No, but let's just forget about it." I said. She made me feel better without even saying a word.
Her parents were always the nicest when I was around.
I just found out the day before her death, that they were just like my parents.
Only, they held in their anger in front of strangers.
My parents never did.
She was always there for me.
Always.
* * *
It was Friday, woot. School. I just threw on whichever clothes I found. I didn't care what I looked like. I used to when Kendra was alive.
I was tying my hair back into a pony tail, I was looking in the mirror. I looked at the picture of Kendra and I. 'I was so happy..' I thought. I looked away, and walked out the door.
It felt like I was walking away from my past.
I went to my bus stop. Right in front of Kendra's house. I stared at it. It looked so creepy and old to me. I couldn't stop looking. I looked closer. I focused more. Then, I saw something.
Kendra was standing right in front of her window, staring at me.
I gasped. Is it real? I blinked.
She was still there.
I raced over to her door. It was unlocked.
I opened it.
I walked right by the area where she was standing.
She wasn't there anymore.
I sighed.
I closed the door, and went on to my bus.
Kids were staring at me. I sat in the last seat. I stared back.
"What in the hell are all of you stupid kids looking at?" I snapped.
They all stared some more. "You're a bunch of morons." I said.
One giggled. I moved closer to them. "What's so funny kid?" I asked. "Nothing." He scooted back in his seat. I sat back in my seat, and looked out the window at Kendra's house. I saw Kendra in the window again as we passed by. "What the hell.." I whispered. "That girl's a psycho!" One kid said. Everyone laughed.
"At least I'm not fat." I mumbled. The kid looked at me, and sat back in his seat.
Yeah, You better shut up kid.
Fea rs .
Chapter One.
I was
afraid of everything.
I was afraid of life. I was afraid of death. I was afraid public places, teachers, parents, kids, the whole shabang.
I'm afraid of being killed. Or killing myself. I'm just afraid of people. and places.
Is it really normal for a 15 year old girl to be afraid of those things?
No.
But I'm not normal. So it doesn't matter I guess.
People tell me I have problems.
Yeah cause that really makes me feel better...
Ever since my best friend's death, I've been afraid. and I can't help it.
I just want my best friend back.
It's been a week since my Best friend's death. Investigators are still trying to figure out the story. I believe she was murdered. No one really knows yet. It only happened a couple days ago. All I know is, her bones were broken.
Nobody told me anything else. No one trusts me.
At all.
That's one thing I hate about my life.
I also hate school. Everyday, kids make fun of me. Because I'm always alone. I have no friends anymore. Everyday, I feel like cutting myself after I get home from school. But, cutting doesn't solve anything. It does absolutely nothing.
All it does is make marks on your arm. For what?
Your tears? Give me a break.
All you're doing is losing blood.
And losing blood is stupid.
My Best friend's name was Kendra. She was an amazing girl. She kept me happy. Whenever my family started a fight, I'd spend the night at her house. Now all I do is sit in my room, hold onto my pillow, and stare at the floor. Saying how much I would give to have Kendra by my side again.
She always knew what to do in these situations.
I never do.
I'm just dumb without her.
My name is Leah. You probably don't like me. Well. You don't have to like me.
I don't have to like you either. In fact, I don't have to like anybody. And that's what I choose to do. I don't like anyone.
I hate everyone. Deal with it.
My teachers have noticed that I never smile anymore. They know about Kendra's death. It was announced at school. They noticed I've changed. I never laugh, never blush, never smile. Never. It's not my problem. Sometimes I look dead. That's what my English teacher told my mother once.
'I look dead'
Yeah.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one who should be dead. Not Kendra.
She did nothing to deserve it. I deserve everything in life.
Because apparently, I'm horrible.
I'm hoping that someday, just someday, I'll meet someone who actually makes me smile, laugh, blush, and feel alive again. But I doubt it'll ever happen.
That's just fairytale talk.
Fairytales don't exist.
They never will....
I was afraid of life. I was afraid of death. I was afraid public places, teachers, parents, kids, the whole shabang.
I'm afraid of being killed. Or killing myself. I'm just afraid of people. and places.
Is it really normal for a 15 year old girl to be afraid of those things?
No.
But I'm not normal. So it doesn't matter I guess.
People tell me I have problems.
Yeah cause that really makes me feel better...
Ever since my best friend's death, I've been afraid. and I can't help it.
I just want my best friend back.
It's been a week since my Best friend's death. Investigators are still trying to figure out the story. I believe she was murdered. No one really knows yet. It only happened a couple days ago. All I know is, her bones were broken.
Nobody told me anything else. No one trusts me.
At all.
That's one thing I hate about my life.
I also hate school. Everyday, kids make fun of me. Because I'm always alone. I have no friends anymore. Everyday, I feel like cutting myself after I get home from school. But, cutting doesn't solve anything. It does absolutely nothing.
All it does is make marks on your arm. For what?
Your tears? Give me a break.
All you're doing is losing blood.
And losing blood is stupid.
My Best friend's name was Kendra. She was an amazing girl. She kept me happy. Whenever my family started a fight, I'd spend the night at her house. Now all I do is sit in my room, hold onto my pillow, and stare at the floor. Saying how much I would give to have Kendra by my side again.
She always knew what to do in these situations.
I never do.
I'm just dumb without her.
My name is Leah. You probably don't like me. Well. You don't have to like me.
I don't have to like you either. In fact, I don't have to like anybody. And that's what I choose to do. I don't like anyone.
I hate everyone. Deal with it.
My teachers have noticed that I never smile anymore. They know about Kendra's death. It was announced at school. They noticed I've changed. I never laugh, never blush, never smile. Never. It's not my problem. Sometimes I look dead. That's what my English teacher told my mother once.
'I look dead'
Yeah.
Sometimes I feel like I'm the one who should be dead. Not Kendra.
She did nothing to deserve it. I deserve everything in life.
Because apparently, I'm horrible.
I'm hoping that someday, just someday, I'll meet someone who actually makes me smile, laugh, blush, and feel alive again. But I doubt it'll ever happen.
That's just fairytale talk.
Fairytales don't exist.
They never will....