Bonus Chapter. This is Brick's letter. Remember in Chapter 9, it mentions a letter that Blossom never wanted to open. Well, here it is! Hope you guys enjoy!

*WARNING: THIS STORY IS VERY TRIGGERING. INVOLVES SELF HARM, DEPRESSION, AND SUICIDE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Dear Blossom,

When you read this, I may be dead. I may have given you this myself, you may find this somewhere I've hidden it four or five years after I wrote this. You may never even see this letter or know it exists. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do with
it, but I know I have to write you something. I'm so sorry for what I have done. You took down your walls and let me in only for me to smash everything inside, all for some stupid, pointless joke. Maybe I did it because you remind me so much
of her and this prank would have been the only socially acceptable way for me to get to know you.

From the day we started freshman year, you were the girl who sat in the back of the room quietly, doing all of her work and never bothering anyone. You always had your nose in a book, so captivated by the words on the page, letting them be your escape
from this hell. I could easily tell which books were your favorite because of how worn the spins were, you always looked so beautiful and peaceful while reading them. The more I got to know you the more similarities you and her had.

The biggest similarity was the sadness in both of your eyes and the scars on your wrists. The worlds most beautiful creations are always so sad and mistreated because only a few selection of people can see the beauty without cracking it with their inner
ugliness. You two were beautiful creations that were surrounded by walls made of steel, built a thousand feet high that I was some how let into. Maybe the reason I was allowed in was because I shared the same sadness that built the steel walls so
high.

You know me as Brick, the super popular jock who goes to wild parties all the time and doesn't give a shit about others or his grades because he has his sports career to fall back on. Brick is my guard, my walls, the costume I use to hide the real me.
Behind those walls is Brick Jojo, the book nerd who was labeled as "annoying" or "too clingy" because he never fit in to a clique. I grew up with no friends because I didn't have anything special about me, I didn't fit in with any particular group
and that was hard. My parents knew I didn't make friends or do well in school, so we moved, and I changed who I was. I became the Brick you know today, the arrogant, popular, jerk who makes fun of kids like I used to be.

Even though I had all of these "friends" I still felt an emptiness inside me... until I met her. She had such beautiful blonde hair that contrasted perfectly with her pale skin that washed over her features. She was so beautiful, even while we were in
middle school. The other kids picked on her for her glasses, her love of books, her grades, how she dressed and anything else they could find that didn't fit into their view of "normal"

Her name was Olivia.

What made me first notice her was that we had he same favorite book. I knew because her spin was worn, the cover wasn't in the best shape and she always had a marker pen, highlighting her favorite quotes. I still remember the first time we ever spoke.
She was walking home like usual, but a group of kids and ran over and wouldn't leave her alone, despite the many times she told them the stop, and then one of them hit her. When I saw them crowed around her I followed them at a safe distance so they
wouldn't know I was eavesdropping. When they hit her I quickly caught up to them and got them to stop, but not before she had a huge bruise on her side and her favorite book torn to shreds. When she realized they were gone she looked up at me and
thanked me as I helped her get her things up. When Olivia saw her book was destroyed the look on her face was heart breaking, I apologized for what happened to her book and offered to walk her the rest of the way home. When we got to her house she
thanked me for saving her and walking her home, just as she was about to close the door I remembered that I had my own copy of the book in my bag and I quickly stopped her from walking away to hand it over. At first she refused, but I insisted she
took it and Olivia thanked me for the book and everything else. I told her it was no problem, but she had to promise me that I could walk her home everyday after that and she agreed.

We became best friends and she let down her walls. By the time middle school ended, she had been diagnosed with maniac depression, and had decided to self harm. Her condition confused me a lot. One day she would be over the moon and acting like her crazy,
excited, loud self, but then one thing would set her off and she'd be miserable for a week. She never told me how bad things really were, but I could see in in her eyes, that were once so bright, had filled with sadness. There was more than she was
telling me.

You two were similar, and that worries me, Bloss. You never told me if you'd been diagnosed, but I think you may be just like her, and that terrifies me. I'm scared that you'll end up with the same fate.

It wasn't until the summer before freshman year did I find out just how bad things were. She made a joke about killing herself because I was her only friend, and though it was normal for us (she had such a dark sense of humor), I knew there was a hint
of truth in her words. She began to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist and felt her flinch under my touch. Quickly letting go I stood up and looked into her sad eyes. I asked her one simple question, "Why?" She looked at the ground and I lifted her
face up and I saw the tears falling from her face. She didn't have to say anything because her eyes said it all, everything she had told me was worse than what she had led me to believe.

I held her until she had no more tears left and she then told me everything. When she was done telling me about the bullying, her parents arguing 24/7, everything she found wrong with herself, and everything in between I was in tears. That's when I realized,
my best friend was the girl I was in love with. After I wiped my tears away I explained to her everything I loved about her and how she was perfect to me even with all of her flaws. I asked her to be my girlfriend and she accepted, everything going
great until we enroled in different high schools. We spent two months apart before breaking things off and vowing to stay friends, but school became so bad that she couldn't take it anymore, and I couldn't help her through texts or phone calls. I
couldn't fix her, and I'll never forgive myself for that. She'd hinted so many times that she was throwing up her food- heck, she flat out told me, but I was a dumb 14 year old guy. How was I supposed to know it could kill her? I knew things were
bad but I'd never imagined it would end with her dying.

When the cops found her there were scars lining her arms and thighs. Her body was so malnourished there was no way she could have survived much longer, even if she'd begun to eat more. They had no idea how Olivia managed to hold herself together like
she did, but eventually she paid the price. They found countless rewritten suicide notes in her drawer and I couldn't help but feel glad she died in the way she did instead of overdosing like she planned.

I knew death wasn't that simple, you couldn't just take some pills and go to sleep and die. I researched everything and I'll never forget what I saw; the blood, the pain, the way your body rejects the pills... I had nightmares that kept me up all hours
of the night, they made me an insomniac. My parents started to argue about anything and everything, ignoring me instead of loving me and eventually self harm became my friend.

No one knew. No one broke down my walls. You were like her. You both had this sadness I thought I could fix and I ended up falling in love with you both. Blossom, I know you're different than Olivia. You had a love for books like her, a sadness like her,
the physical features are close, but you completely tore down my walls and fixed my broken heart and made me happy.

While Olivia was my first real friend and was my first love, you will always be the one who taught me that you should always be careful when trying to fix someone else, for you can cut yourself on their broken pieces. You were the one who fixed me without
even knowing it. You let me in, and little did you know I let you see the true Brick Jojo. I wish I never fell in love with you because of a stupid joke that was intended to break your heart. I hate myself more than you could ever hate me for what
I have done. I wish we could have fallen at the same time and under different circumstances, but it was my fault that my heart had been shattered again. I took the work you did and threw it on the ground when I lied to you.

I love you, Blossom Utonium. Don't you dare blame yourself for what I'm doing to myself. You make me feel complete, you filled the emptiness left by Olivia and the hole that she never quite filled. You are my world, and I apologize for leading you on.
I just wanted to know you and this prank seemed to be the only way. I was going to tell you about it and how I was never really going to leave you, but it looks like since you found out, you were the one to leave me. You have every right to hate me,
but maybe someday in another life we can be together, and I won't make the same mistakes I made here. I will always be watching over you Bloss, no matter what. You won't see me, but I won't let anyone hurt you like I did. I will be your guardian angel,
even if you don't want me to be.

To the moon and back,

Brick x

The end of this book has come! I hope you guys enjoyed this! What did you guys think? Bad? Good? Horrible?

This has helped me vent out all my problem and things in my life. Thank you for taking the time to read and review this story. You don't know how much this means to me! Thank you!

Well, see ya! Until the next time we meet!

~Kristiane143