I failed her (True story... My story...)

I use to know a girl, back in year 9 at high school. Her name was Megan and I couldn't help her. I tried and tried but it wasn't enough. Sometimes I wonder if it WAS my fault. I failed her. I failed the girl I loved. I want you to keep in mind, as you read this, that this is a true story. This is the story on how I lost the love of my life to bullying and cruelty and eventually death.

<3 Megan, I'll miss you forever baby. <3


1. Before...

We were so happy. Before. Before it took her from me. We used to laugh and joke around and enjoy our lives. She thought of me as a friend, but I thought of her as so much more. I loved her. With all my heart and nothing could ever change that. Ever. Then it all changed. We moved to a new school and there it started. Her endless torture. My blindness at her pain that she so very well hid from me at the start. But I began to notice... I noticed her flinching at every move anyone around us made. I noticed her fake smile, hiding her pain. I noticed the marks, scars and burns on her arms. I noticed too late.

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