This story is about a boy and a girl being best friends for a long long time up until one morning something went wrong and one of them gave up. Read to figure out which one gave up. Just a warning it is really sad.
some people have scars from falling on the ground but not me i have them from the blades that ran across my legs and wrist.people ask Why do you have scars on your legs? I dont tell them i just ignore them.
Anna paced the room, she was pulling on her hair as silent streams of tears ran down her face. Her mother was laying the hospital bed across the room. Anna kept her gaze on the floor not daring to look at the lifeless face of Elizabeth Jones.
This is a true story about one of my very close friends. She had a rough childhood and life in general. This is only half of her story but the rest is for later. There are many more bigger details hidden within this story for later.