Living for you

Hi I'm Layla, I'm 18 and I live in Australia. I come from a small inland city, Bathurst. I'm tall, thin and I have long dark brown hair that lightens at the ends. I have big brown eyes and a little button nose. I've had a rough past. When I was 13 my bestfriend Lexie moved away. She was gone for about a year and a half and we hadn't seen each other since she left, we talked almost everyday. But one day I got a gloomy call from........

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2. Chapter 2. Memories

Chapter 2: Memories
Layla's Pov:
Flashback 1:
*'I want you to rock me, me, me, yeah, hit the pedal heavy metal heavy metal show me you care..' Lexie and I sang along as we walked down the corridor and into the hot australian heat. We had our earphones in and were thrusting and dancing to the song. We got a few strange looks but we didn't even care, the only thing that mattered was that we were happy.*

Flashback 2: 
*'Come on, we've gotta go to the office now' Brooke said as Lexie and I sobbed into each others shoulders. She was leaving, in a few minutes she would be left this school possibly for the last time ever. She would be gone, and this could be possibly the last time I ever see her again. I was daunted at the thought of us being separated. 'Promise me we'll talk everyday' I said into her shoulder through my sobs. I couldn't let go! I knew it was going to kill me not having her around. She was my bestfriend. My sister. My Nandos. My everything.*

It's been about 5 years now. I haven't heard from her for about 3 years. After a while we decided that it was a bad idea to talk to each other because it reminded us too much of each other. I miss her! I think about her all the time! At school. In class. At night when I stare at the roof and imagine what it would be like to be with her now? Wondering what it would be like to be a famous superstar? Or even just a poor little homeless child in Africa.

I used to cut. All the time, sometimes I would sit in my room and stare out the window as I slide the smooth, cool blade over the inside of my wrist. My mother never saw it, she would kill me if she did. 'If people see this it will ruin my career' I imagined her screeching at me. 

I don't get her, she's not even my real mother and here she is torturing me with her presence. She was the reason this all happened. The reason my mother commit suicide. The reason shes gone. The reason I'm unhappy. If only my father could see. I love him to pieces , don't get me wrong. I just don't know what he's with her for. She's a witch, a bat, a mole. I wrecker. A home wrecker. A life wrecker. 

 

 

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