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


3. Day 7: One week after it began

Me and Megan were sitting on the bus too school. She had been getting more and more distracted and her grades were starting to slip. This was the day I should have noticed. This is why it IS my fault. It started something like this...


Buzz. Megan's phone went off in her bag. She reached down to get it and when she did her sleeve slid up ever so slightly. But I still saw the jagged red cut on her wrist. I took hold of her arm and turned it so the wrist faced upwards.

"Megan, what the hell happend?" I looked her in the eye, but she just shrugged.

"I caught myself on something sharp at home," She told me as she twisted her arm from my grip. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. She started to go pale.

"Megan? Megan you ok?" I asked her, starting to get concerned. She shook herself from the trace she was in and pressed some buttons on her phone to delete the message. (I knew she deleted it because I could never find it afterwards.)

"I'm good thanks," She smiled at me. Little did I know, it was another fake one. "Just the phone company sending loads of junk messages." We talked about how 'we' were enjoying school for the rest of the journey, even though her school life was an unknown living hell.


That was the point where I should have noticed somethin was up. What I did at school made it even worse...


*School courtyard*

Me and Megan were walking through the courtyard when Samantha and her gang called over to Megan in there fake kind of way.

"You who, Megan! Come join us!" They beconed her over and she began to get nervous again. She looked at me with worry in her eyes. Back then I thought the worry was about leaving me and our plans to study for the upcoming exams together. I was wrong. She wanted me to protect her and not let the bullies get to her, I was just too stupid to see it.

"It's fine, we can study together later," I smile because I had thought she had made friends with the popular girls. She was one of those people that didn't want to be popular and liked to stay out of the limelight. I thought she changed her mind. "Go. Have fun," I told her as she slowly started walking to the girls direction. When she glanced back to face me, I gave her a reasuring smile, then walked away to the study hall. I had just handed her over to her worst nightmare...

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