The same day I started writting this story I saw a video about how a person's life can be so horrible that the person can end it's life. That is why I wanted to write about that theme...
Why did I do that? I couldn't save her, and I considered , myself as her friend.
All this horrible events started last year, when Lilly Godwulf, the of this story, came to school. She had blond hair and blue eyes, but those beautiful eyes reflected sadness and fear.
Her parents were good people… when they weren't drunk. I wanted to be her friend but when I went to her house I saw her dad hitting her mom. I didn't know what to do or say, the only thing that passed through my mind was taking her out of that hell.
The next day she started cutting her arm. But she is very distracted, she left the cutter under the table… the teacher discovered it.
At breaktime Lilly whispered to me, " if you say something to the teacher about my arm I will never talk to you again".
And that happened. The teacher took me out of the class, and asked me about the cutter and Lilly, I answered the cutter was for art class.
I thought I was a very good friend, but when I arrived home I saw my mom crying… she looked at me and said…
- Lilly committed suicide.
- What!?
- Yes, she jumped from the 5th floor of a building.
I miss her…
