Fight For Me, Not Just My Life
THIS STORY IS BASED ON PARTS OF MY OWN LIFE. Please don't leave hate comments. This was also co-written with my best friend. Airiccah Asher was always the quiet one. Books, music, and only two good friends. Allison and Caitlin were nearly the same person. Long, dark hair and personalities that had the same genetic code, they were her link to life. Said to be a closet lesbian, Airiccah has always been made fun of. The fact that she kept her blond hair short didn’t help much. Her tomboy-ish attitude, her aptitude to fight, and her recurrent long sleeves only drove their purpose home. She couldn’t take it anymore. Rumors, cruel jokes, and flat-out lies led her to slit her wrists and cry herself to sleep. She wasn’t just a closet bisexual. She was a closet emo, and possibly a closet lesbian. Could those rumors be right? Was her boyfriend really just a cover up? Has she been lying to herself this whole time?