Love For Another

Thinking!

Mum never liked the thought that I was with Emily. We weren’t close after dad leaving. I remember one time we got in a huge fight. I cried and cried, Emily was there for me. She looked after me.

It all started when I was at a concert. I passed out in the mosh pit and I woke with a girl staring down at me. She was beautiful. We became friends after that, and not long after, lovers.
We went through all the bullying for being lesbian. But we got through it.
We got through it, those words. They seam like they mean nothing but they do. I sat there for ages just trying to think of why I couldn’t of got through attempting suicide.

I started to feel week. So I stoped.