We sat there look at each other. I smiled at her and we laughed for some time. I know I should be happy but for some reason I couldn't be. Everything at home has gotten worse. I'm not focused on her. I'm not focused on anyone. This consuming doom just ate at me. She had a little white dog. It come up to us and then started whining. She asked what was wrong and he continued to cry. She looked at me suddenly serious and grabbed my sleeve. She ripped it down before I could even react. She saw the blood dripping down my arm. "Erin what did you do?!" She asked. "How did you know that was why he was crying?" I asked with a blank face as if I didn't care about anything. She took her hand away and rubbed her arms for a moment before awnsering. She showed me her arms. "Because he did it for me too." I laughed a bit with a bit of pain in my heart and grabbed her wrist gently and kissed her scars. At least we know we have someone who feels the same as the other and that someone will cry when we cant." I looked at the dog and smiled.
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Another day
Teen FictionAnother day she tells herself as she walks through the halls. Will she change her thought process when she meets someone like her or will she go through with the murder of a cruel woman. The story of Erin.
