The Secret Instagram

Blurb Who would want me I'm just me. I've been the same old Jess for 13 years nothing special here. Who would want a girl that suffers from post traumatic stress who lost her best friend , the girl who's family doesn't want her anymore. Why would they want me and love me when I don't even love myself. I promised Brenden I would accept them. But what happens if they don't accept me. ? Maybe they are my ticket to seeing Michael again but I can't leave Bodee. What if he will leave me first? What if they find my Secret Instagram


2. You need to talk about it...


Jess's POV 

Brenden came over to me and asked me the one thing I didn't want to answer because I really didn't know what to say. "Are you ok?" 

I stared straight into his eyes for abut 5 minutes.

" No" 

This was the first real thing I meant I wasn't and I knew it I was just afraid that I really admitted it that I was really saying becca is gone. 

He did the one thing he knew would help me the most he hugged me. I cried into his shoulder for hours that was the only thing I felt was right to do.

" I-i-I, I can't live without her. Brenden. She was my best friend, my other half. I knew one day this would happen I just can't believe it actually happened. How am I suppose to help every one else with this when I can't deal with it. Brenden I don't think I can do this." I croaked.

" Jess I know you are trying to be strong for everyone else. I can see it in your eyes all you ever wanted in life was to help other people. But right now the only thing you need to do is help your self. Jess promise me you will fight this I will help you. Just please promise me you won't hurt yourself no matter how hard times get. I love you and I can't stand to see you in this pain I promise one day it will. It may not be today or tomorrow or this week or month but it will." He explained. Little did he know that this would be the one thing that kept me from suicide for years.

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