Chapter Three

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So it is official. I am depressed.

Usually I would be out with Hazel,my "bestfriend". Sometimes you give everything to people and they stab you in the back.

I've prayed to god to let me forget that night. Its like a tumor in my brain. You may try to be taken away but it's always going to be there.

No one knows me here but Hazel. I moved away from my town after high school. Hazel decided to be with me too.

As I'm watching re runs of Full House I hear a knock on the door. "Who is it?", I moan getting up from the couch.

"Hazel"

Bitch. "What do you want?", I say not opening the door yet.

"I'm here to get the rest of my stuff."

"Sorry, I don't allow slut in my house. I don't talk to them either so your out of luck."

"You brought it on yourself anyway. I was never your friend."

"Thank you for being the fake bitch I know you are."

"My pleasure, I'll send Haden to get my things."

"Can't wait", I say in the most fake voice I could make.

"I need to go out", I say grabbing my sweatshirt and keys.

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