Summer Camp, by LaShawnna Subscribe to rss feed for LaShawnna

She was sitting on her bed with tears in her eyes.She was
looking at the picture of her, her best friend at summer
camp. She remembered they had a lot of fun at summer camp.
It had been two weeks since Jessica had committed suicide,
and finally Mandy had enough.Jessica was like a sister to
her, she had the blade in her hand.She was going to die the
way Jessica had died.She slit her wrists, and the blood
flowed, it hurt like hell.But she didn't care, the pain of
losing her friend was far more worse than the pain she felt
the last thing she saw was before she died was the picture
of her, and Jessica at summer camp. 
  
Posted: 2005-10-30 15:30:56 UTC

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