What they did was trauma to Them, Blatant trauma.
You can run from it blame it on someone else, or maybe get rid of it preferably yourself.
That's what Anastasia Aniston did, got rid of it, but you know suicide doesn't help the pain, it gives it to someone else, And iv'e has my share of pain, pain some of you deserve.
Anastasia didn't care what anybody said and she believed that with all of her little pure heart until 6th grade, She had just turned 11, That's the golden year, The year she had waited for all her elementary school life but it just turned in social anxiety then depression and as you know death.
This isn't a normal book to get your satisfaction cured, It's a book to tell her story, To get my point across when i couldn't, maybe to relive myself of grief which was stupidly was selfish in my opinion, But me, i didn't care because of course i knew they didn't.
I always asked myself "What if i had stayed a little longer?" " What if i had asked her if she was Ok?".
Those questions always seem to be pondered on but never answered, And yet to be in relation to an answer.
The story starts on a warm summer morning, She had packed her bag, made her favorite lunch with sun dried kiwis and brushed her hair to perfection as she got to walk across the street where other kids awaited her appearance.
There she sat, On a bench along with her first crush and beside her me.
She looked at him with a small grin on her face, That's because although she was angel she knew love at first sight was just an expression that made you a boy crazy Skank.
Yeah i remember that day vividly, she asked me if i thought he liked her which i didn't because nobody really gets a cute guy's attention if it isn't a Sleezy romance movie.
But maybe i just didn't want her to be happy, maybe, i was just as toxic as the children grew to be, maybe a was a burden, maybe i was a lot of things but i wasn't gonna let her cry about a relationship that lasted 2 days, I wanted her to find a boyfriend, maybe i could too so we can grow old and watch our grandchildren be the same best friends we were as kids.
But then came September 1st, it was our winter formal and she asked him out and of course he agreed but it wasn't until she walked in the sliding glass door to be greeted by red paint splashed on her head with them laughing. They threw punch, and some other pastries on the food table at her knowing she was wearing her dream white dress, Knowing she waited to dance and feel pretty as her mom curled her hair helped her fit into a fluffy ballgown with butterflies on it, But none of that happened she just ran outside crying wanting to get out of there. And that's when the gymnasium was the last place she wanted to be, I ran after her and we sat down crying together, listening to the principal screaming at all of the kids involved.
That day, we got picked up and scrubbed for atl east an hour before our skin wasn't stained anymore. I cuddled her told her it was okay for jerks to be jerks and promised her we'd get revenge someday but if sadness took her away from me that revenge would turn into murder and gone souls.
