(Gonna start off by saying sorry for the lack of updates!!! I've been super busy and frankly just don't know where to go from here with this story, but never fret. I will push on. Don't forget to vote, comment. Thank you for all the love and support!! Up to 163 reads!!!!)
I picked up the letter and folded it neatly. I set it to the side and opened the box again.
Inside were old pictures of summer and I but she was ripped away from me in all of them. On the backs of all the pictures were words like "slut, bitch, whore". I took a deep breath and kept digging through the seemingly endless box.
Old notes and letters we wrote each other. Her half of the friendship necklaces we both wore. What caught my eye though was an old torn notebook.
Opening the notebook and skimming through the pages I was mortified. The last thing that was in the box. This notebook. It made me physically sick. I dropped the notebook on the floor, ran to the bathroom and threw up. I sat on the bathroom floor crying.
That's when the text messages started.
(Sorry it's kinda short but.... You know it's currently 11:30 at night here. Don't forget to add this to your library so you don't miss any updates. Xoxo, Delaney)
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Saving Cassandra
Short StoryJust a teenage girl hoping to find her place. Suffering through depression but wanting to succeed so badly is a hard combo. This book might be a bit triggering so please read with your own heart at strength
