PART TWO.
So many thoughts going through her head, she couldn't even stand anymore. She fell to the ground, crying her heart out, screaming to the top of her lungs, staring at the razor. The time was now or never, she stared and thought, and cried and screamed. Finally, she came to her senses and sat the razor down. She knew it wasn't worth it...she had too much going for her; a family that loved her, the best friends she had had in years, she was doing great in school, and she had even landed one of the leading roles in the local play. She stopped crying trying to find out if it was a dream...could something so bad happen to her? She pinched herself...it wasn't a dream. She got up off of the bathroom floor and walked back to her room. She had tons of IM's and messages on MySpace asking if she was okay, comforting her, and to say sorry.
Her name, Olivia. Her age at the time, 13. Her problem, Brandon the evil, back stabbing, rotten, lying, cheating, down right fucking heart breaker. Wait...how about we go back to the beginning. Where the love started...and unfortunately ended. How the heartbreak started…and who it started with.
