Welcome To My Life

{my story}
So I can let things out. This is me, in my entirety. Welcome to my life.
(True Story)
*may be triggering*

-If you need to talk I'll always be here.-


2. Goldfish

I laughed at what my close friend, Sofia said. She was really getting my mind off Becky, but I knew she was still there. In the back of my mind. Sofia didn't know anything though- I knew better. I pulled my sleeves farther down my arms.

Mason came up to us. He was like a little brother to me. He flashed me his normal grin.

"Hey Em," he said to me.

"Hi!" I said. "Wanna hang with u-"

"Emery, can I talk to you?" Sofia asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me to the side.

"You have to stop hanging out with him." She hissed. "He is SO annoying. I mean like.. Really." I gaped at her. How could she say that?

"He isn't annoying," I finally said.

"YES, he IS."

I stared at her for a long time, then realized something. Sofia was mean. She was cold, hard, and mean.

"You either stop hanging out with him, or stop hanging out with ME." She said. I shook my head.

"Come on Mason." I said, walking over to him, leaving Sofia behind me with her mouth wide open.

"She told you to stop hanging out with me, didn't she?" I shrugged.

"I said no." I told him.

It took Sofia about three seconds to find a new friend that fit all of her needs. In other case, it was Goldfish Lacey. She always snuck gum even when the teachers caught her, said 'like' between every word, and forgot everything she said five minutes later. Which isn't being mean, that was just literally what she was like.

"Oh my gosh, Emery like is so like GROSS and FAT!" I heard as I walked past them. My steps faltered as I heard there voices quickly halt. I gave them a giant smile before continuing, my heart shattering. Great. I didn't eat the rest of the day. I never looked at food the same way again. People never stop and think. They destroy without even thinking of which walls they're tearing down.

Becky: I have a rope.

Me: don't.

My mind felt like a wilting flower. I just didn't know what to say, what to do.

Becky: have you given up on me too?

Me: no of course not.

Becky: no one cares.

Those were the last thing my best friend ever said to me. I remember them to this very day, because she was wrong. I cared. I cared. She died that night at 3:45 am. It was a rainy night. It was warm though. The moon and stars weren't out.

Our school went on a field trip. Much to my great excitement, Sofia and Lacey were in the same car. I stared out the window on the way back. It was actually a lot of fun.

"She's so weird." I heard behind me. Right behind me.

"I know, Emery totally gossips about us." I felt my shoulders stiffen.

"So like rude." Red flashed in my vision. Calm down, calm down.

"She has serious like issues." 10.... 9....8......7....6...5...4-

"How does she have any friends?" The voice interrupted me trying to calm myself.

"Isn't it funny how you're directly behind me and I can hear everything you say about me?!" I snapped. They both fell silent.

Later that night was the worst nights of my life.

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