Ryan
Part 1
"Guilt is regret for what we've done, regret is guilt for what we
didn't do"
-Anonymous
Part 2
Don't get me wrong, Dylan is one of my best friends, but what he did,
was seriously wrong.
I don't know why I didn't stop him. When he told me I was a little
drunk so I couldn't find the right sense to tell him no.
He told me what he was going to do. Then I even helped him find the
drugs! I can't even bear the guilt that's eating away at me.
Seeing Deena cry is just making it worse.
Knowing that what my friend did was helped by what I did.
If Melissa doesn't come back... My thoughts trailed off.
I sat on Deena's bed, hugging her while she cried. She cried and
cried. She always put up a brave front and that's what I loved about
her, she was strong. But now... Her walls have totally caved in.
...
What I did was wrong.
I shouldn't have helped him.
I should've stopped him.
Part 3
For so long I have wanted to be with Deena. Her long, brown hair, her
deep, green, caring eyes, and her personality is just amazing. She's
only looked at me as a friend, but I care for her so much and I'd do
anything for her.
Knowing that what I did, contributed to her feeling this way, I can't
even look at myself in the mirror.
Deena continued to sob and I pulled her into my chest and hugged her
tightly.
I wonder if Dylan feels this guilty... Or maybe he's sick and twisted
and he doesn't even care. Now, I felt as if I was going to throw up.
The thought of having a clean conscience after raping someone? No,
it's just not right.
Monday
Melissa
Part 1
"Confusion is an often too subtle sign of paranoia"
- Anne Austin
Part 2
I continued with my morning routine as usual, I got up from bed,
straightened my hair, did my makeup and got dressed. After the
cosmetic part of the morning, I ate breakfast and walked to school.
So far, it was just a regular day, but something felt off about it. I
couldn't place my finger on it, but all I knew was that I needed to
talk to Deena.
When I walked in the doors, everyone gave me strange looks. The looks
themselves weren't strange, they were mournful, sympathetic. The
strange part was that I had no clue why they gave these looks to me.
One girl that didn't like me even looked like she was sad for me. What
had happened? And there was no sign of Deena anywhere...
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