I guess you could say that I was in a dark stage, because I had lost the one person that I love. And that person, Landen Filestra, lost me. Landen Fielstra was my obsession of the seventh grade, and he is why I started labelling myself as a slut. My heart was obsessed with Landen. I wanted more. More. More. And more of him. I just couldn’t get enough. We wanted things that we never should have and I got myself in trouble with it. Him and I were banned from talking but we still talked in comments on Pinterest, and every time we got caught while talking on something, we’d find another way to talk. Most people only know that I got my chromebook taken away because I was only talking to him at school, but that isn’t the truth. And not many people know about my scars. Not the scars that Landen has embedded into my heart and brain, but the jagged scars on my wrists and thighs.
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Shoot! My mom turns to hand me my brownie, fudge, and mint sundae, but before I am able to notice it, she does. And I swear that her jaw dropped five inches lower than it ever could before.
“What the heck is
Shoot! My mom turns to hand me my brownie, fudge, and mint sundae, but before I am able to notice it, she does. And I swear that her jaw dropped five inches lower than it ever could before.
“What the heck is