Woot, it's time for Ellie's point-of-view. Time to find out what's going on in her prittie little head! Pellie slash, no complaints. REVIEW OR I'LL SHOOT YOU IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD. Elle's point-of-view will be written in poetry, therefore the chapter will be shorter but there will be more of them. Bwhahaha!
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I wish people would shut up,
And realize that the Broken Girl
With Bright Red hair
Is screaming
Despite the laugh
That's pouring from her mouth.
And I wish
That Paige
Could love me like I love her
But she doesn't get it
She has Craig
And I'm nothing to her.
I haven't seen Marco
In a couple of days
I wonder where he is
Because if he doesn't come back soon
I'll surely go insane
With Sean breathing down my neck
Every second of every fucking
Day.
I heard that Dylan was in an accident
Which makes me
Worry about Marco
And Paige,
Because Paige shoots
Heroin when she's upset
And if my Waigey Wreilly
Become a Heroin addict,
I think I'll kill myself.
Or at least try.
Again.
The first time
I took a bunch of sleeping pills
But nothing happened
Because I suck.
The second time
I slit my wrists
But then I read
That people who slit their wrists
Only have a 5 percent chance of dying.
And this has gone on for
Way too long
And I need some sleep
Before I go cut-crazy.
-- Ellie
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Sorry the format sucks, I couldn't get it to cooperate. Anyways, Hearts and Love,
Zoey--Bear