It happened three years ago.
1,095 days ago.
Three years since i was able to hug my best friend and tell him how much he means to me.Ever since the accident i havent been talking. My mom calls me broken, my Dad lost hope. They think they lost there daughter, i think im just lost in my own thoughts.
i use to be normal.
i use to have friends i use to smile, laugh, talk.
But now its come to me being a waste of space, me being there and no one trying to pull me out of my own thoughts.
The only person to show some simpathy for me is Ashton Irwin. he has always been there. Almost like he undestood how i was feeling. But i knew that was impossible, no one knows... because i cant talk to them.
My Mom thought it would a bright idea to take me to therapy.
"Come on libby, i know you dont want to but your hurt, you need help honey." My mom said patting me on my back.
i narrowed my eyes at her then walking away shaking my head.
'"You need help honey"
I dont need help. I need my best friend back.
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okay this is short but the chapter will get longer
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