Waiting: CH1- But Never Will
Lily POV:
I looked around my room. "Last day here," I thought, my gaze casing upon a single picture. A picture of my best friend.
Hold up. Let me explain. I'm Lily Truscott. I'm only 14, but I'm moving out from home. Why, you ask? Simple- my father, my only parent (living), is now in jail. For beating me to the point I almost died.
Oh, no. Not from the beatings. From attempted suicide.
Yes, things were that bad. I wanted to die. To do anything to keep from living. I downed a whole bottle of Advil, followed by a whole set (2 month's worth) of anti-depressant pills, and then (saved the best for last), I cut myself. No, not just a slit.
I tried to drive a knife through my heart.
I failed.
Now, back to that picture. Miley Stewart- My best friend. But lately, I've been feeling odd around her. I'm not sure how, exactly. I just do. I get butterflies in my stomach, and my heart starts pumping. The really sad thing? I don't know, exactly. But I think I may be in love with her.
I shook my head to clear it. I looked around again. This time, I picked out an old diary I never wrote in.
Maybe just once…
I picked up a pencil and started to write. Not an entry, no. A story. About how things COULD go.
But never will.