Jacksons POV:
I sat in bed crying myself to sleep I feel as though I had just lost a best friend. I can't believe I'm so stupid. Go away I kept repeating it in my head. It was a mistake to do that girl, I was so lonely. I-i had no idea. I walked over to her door again, her sobs muffled through the wood. I slid down her door and more tears fell from my red eyes. I heard a thump on the other side, a slide, and more sobbing. She was there, and I felt happier.
Luce's POV:
I slid down the door and heard crying, not my crying, but Jacksons? I wanted to turn the knob and hug him so tight his eyes popped out but I couldn't.
It had been a few days since Jackson and I talked, I hadn't gone to school, or eaten anything. I decided to start to starve myself, slow and painful way of dying, yes. But I don't want to live after what I have seen. I want to forgive him, I want to be his, but I feel as though I cannot. He betrayed me, even though I was gone. I have no control of him, he can fuck whoever he wants I guess, am I getting jealous. No. I don't care about him, I heard a faint knock on the door and turned away. Maybe sometime later, but not now...
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My Abusive Brother
Teen FictionLuce is a 14 year old girl dying for a purpose in life by living through a Diary and avoiding her older, less sober brother Conan. Devastation is slowly suffocating her as she is nearing poverty, her father is overseas fighting a war, and her mother...
