Devon POV
"I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" "For what?"
"..."
"Cris, whats going on?"
"I'm sorry. I really am."
"Cris! Whats going on? Are you okay?"
"I can't keep doing this. Every single day it gets worse."
"Cris?" No answer. "Cris?" Nothing. "Cristian?!" "Cristian?! Please answer me! "Please?!"
"I'm sorry. I cant say more. That's all. I'm sorry."
"Cristian! I need you to keep texting me!" "I'm on my way!" "Are you home?" "Cristian, I know you're hurting, but I need you to stay here." "I need you to stay with me." "I need you to stay alive." "I'm not giving up." You are my best friend." "Please Cris." "Please stay here." "Text me." "Please say something." "Anything." "I'm almost there."
Cris JOURNAL
The phone is going insane. I don't want to answer. Its too hard. If I open it, its just a list of Dev's texts and missed calls. I have thought about this too many times. Today is the last. She cant stop me this time. Dev cant just hold my shaking body in her arms. She cant just let my tears stream down her neck, then say everything will be okay. It's happened enough times. Ive been told it will get better so many times and it hasn't. I have been lied to for the last time.
I keep staring at the handful of painkillers in my hand. Tonight, they will end the pain forever. Imagine that, no pain. I wont have to imagine it any longer. Ive been through enough. I have let down enough people already. When I die it will only be another let down, but it will be the last one. Goodbye.
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Broken
Teen FictionCris struggles with heavy depression, anxiety, and beginning anorexia. Not diagnosed, but very clear. Her family refuses to believe there is anything wrong with their perfect daughter. Devon, Cris's best friend, is there to help her get through it...
