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I see her where ever I go.. You don't get it now, but when you hear my story, you may understand.
I was just 16 at the time, and I was at the beach, with all of my friends, and others I didn't know who I really was.
I layed down in the soft sand, as I watched the clouds go by. A few metres away, I heard loud chants. "Fight Fight Fight..." ...
I turned over, and saw all my friends and the others circuling a girl at my school, one who didn't fit in.
Sometimes at lunch, I secretly go over to the library and chat with her there. But that only happened twice, and it was last year.
I haven't talked to her since, cause I didn't want to look uncool, with someone who wears tap-shoes daily, pee's her pants and someone so anorexic.
They punched, kicked, and hit her with baseball bats as I watched in horror. I wanted to go over and stop it all, just I didn't want to get hurt.
There was a gap in the circle of people, and there i saw her, dripping with blood. Her head turned around. She was pleading for help. "Help me! Please!"
I turned away, pretending I didn't know anything was happening.
Everybody walked away, from her lifeless body, and got into there cars and left.
Even my best friend Sarah, who didn't even check to see if I was still here or not.
Some friends. So then I had to walk home, in the dark all by myself.
First, I walked past the girl. I thought she was just knocked out, but I turned her head facing me and...
She was dead. I knew my friends always had a problem with her, just I never thought they would go this far.
Her eyes, wide open and i could see streaks of water down her cheeks. She was covered in blood.
My eyes started to water. I ran off bawling, feeling the worst I ever had in my entire life.
I shuold have stopped them, thinking it over and over, as I kicked stones as I walked back home.
I felt like I was being followed. I heard clicking footsteps behind me. I paused and turned my head, but it was nobody.
I turned back around, and with a great shock, I was her. In my face. A pale, bloody sad lookign girl, who was her.
I shook my head and it was just an old man carrying his shopping bags.
I was just seeing thinks, and it continued my whole walk home.
I screamed, and began to cry again as i ran upstairs. I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, at my smudged mascara, that started to sting my eyes.
In the mirror, I saw her frightning reflection. This girl is haunting me.
I went up to my room, and there she was. Dripping with blood, holding a knife. It was a clear image of her I wouldn't forget.
I grabbed my golf stick and hit her, a number of times. She fell to the ground, dripping with even more blood than before.
I shook my head again, and it wasn't the girl. Its was my mother. I was seeing things. Again.
Turns out, mum had tomatoe juice on her before, and a knife in her hand because she was cooking up dinner. And then went to put my clothes on my bed.
My mum, lying dead on the floor. Because of me and what I thought I saw. I broke down into tears and stroked my mums hair.
I locked the door.
I grabbed the knife my mum was cooking with and stabbed myself 7 times.
I calapsed next to my dead mother and before I wrote a note that is on my bed;
Dear family, I realise what I did was wrong. Mum didn't deserve this. I will make this up to my mother.
Goodbye.
My dad broke the door down a few hours later, and found us both on the floor.
He was accused of murder, and sentenced to prison, and my little sister was sent over to ireland to live with my dying nana and 70 year old poppa.
And all this happened because if me.
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