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She stood alone becouse no one could stand with her. No one know the truth but me. Harry only know part of the truth.
We feel out daughter would have been better served if you had helped her forget all this.
I turn and walk away. A waste of time. A rotten waste of time. Like I said, who's going to listen?
If she had taken Luna with her, maybe Luna would have been all right.
I don't care if she can hear! It's true! What good did she every do for Luna?
But it wasn't her dislike of the room that lead her to the basement- if you believe a dead girl's lies. It was someone at the door.
"But what if I had helped, and she lived, and nothing changed? Isn't that worse? I think it would've been."
Luna started writing the same words over and over on my back under my shirt, and this time my shivers had nothing to do with the coldness of her finger.
I should have known she was a loon and nothing but trouble. But if she was crazy, wasn't it right that I tried to help her? Even if I failed in everyone's' book but Luna's?
A large purplish blue bruise on one shoulder and in the middle of her back was what's different. Several other bruises, mostly older, decorated the skinny backside of the girl.
"Then why are you starving yourself? Why are you unable to make friends? Why are you still clinging to the friends from your past? Why did you help your friend commit suicide?"
I'm tired of hurting. I want someone else to hurt. I want them to know what it felt like as I watched my friend come apart, saw the thing I loved like a sister lying lifeless on the bed.
"She had to say it. Her eyes were blank, empty of anything. There was something dead inside of her, something cold and frozen that never felt the heat of anything."
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