There he stood, staring at me seriously. He said, "why do you look so sad?" I thought long about those six words. What did he mean? Was he not going to address what all has happened. The only thing I could say is "I'm not sad" I lied. I could have never lied so much. Sad was underrated. Depressed was cliche. Confused is a good way to put it. I wanted to know why,but in the end i really didn't. I was afraid of what I'd hear if he did answer. That day went by quickly. That last step I took before arriving at home. There was not a single goodbye. The first night I popped one pill. The pills prescribed by my therapist. The second night I shot up on heroin. The third week I was rushed to the hospital. The police read my journals about "her" and "him" I had no idea they had other intentions for my thoughts. Word got out, the weird girl finally showed her junkie colors. I don't remember much from the hospital. Only slight beeps and people panicking. My family went crazy and said people from school got me into drugs and wanted to sue. None of them would ever understand me. This is far beyond drugs.............
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Elise Monroe, Killed by Love
RomanceElise, a lonely girl never really had any friends that stay. Some would say she was bullied her whole life for being ugly and annoying. Although many people used her deep down she wanted it to stop. She feels like she's not wanted in this world and...
