Tell Me What You Think Of:The Story Of Emma

This is not true at all,it’s made-up. It just came to my mind. Hope ya like. >.< Okayy,here it goes: I knew a girl named Emma; She was my best friend. We did everything together; I knew our friendship would last to the end.

Some days she came to school black and blue. Some days she never even came. It turned out her parents were abusive. Then soon she was left alone in the rain.

So she came to live with me. We had our fun, But one day she took a long walk. When she came back all she said was: That wasn’t enough.

I took notice that she became happy, but days later depressed. It was a cycle, And she was a mess.

One day she ran away without a trace. She wasn’t even back on Halloween. We went ahead and celebrated. Damn I felt so mean.

That night we got a call. The worst kind you could get. Emma was in the hospital. The rest of Halloween we had to skip.

We got there;then went to her room. She lay there on the bed, Her eyes wide with shock. What happened,was all I said.

We stayed for awhile;hours later we went home. I was up all night with concern. Morning came,Emma did not. I wondered if she was feeling just as torn.

Another dreadful call was made. The kind that made you fall apart. Emma had killed herself. She died with a broken heart.

I was the only one who attended to her funeral. I said my goodbyes and wished her peace. My memories came to view. I could not come to an ease.

She was my closest friend. Why did not I notice her pain? I guess her new best friend Was cocaine.

My parents and brother read this and said I had amazing talent,but I don’t believe them. That’s what families are meant to do:Reassure you. Tell me the honest truth.