Émie's Hell

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me to go to your hell.” At the end of his word

specially when he brought his friends into the house. Leaving me totally exposed, a

ough I knew she wouldn't change anymore, not for the better, I always forgave her. She was my inspiration fo

oking into her eyes, which were now

r city and finally, I lost my best friend since moving to another city. I lost all will to live from the moment I won a scho

most of the books were donated, although the salar

really appreciated, but deep down, t

it, with lots of cream.” That voice was more than familiar, it wa

rom the chair and hugging her tightly. “How did you manage to find me

me your work address. Why did you disappear without telling anyone? I spent everyday waiting for a message from yo

hen we were 13, two years later my parents started moving out and since then they h

id of my cell phone and stayed away from all the news. I should have at least called from a

ment nearby and I'll come and pick you up at 8pm, then we'll see what we can do.” It's amazing

back. People looked at me with disdain and went back to reading wher

ean the floor and remove the dust, I dedicated myself to doing

ry heavy, sometimes I have to drag them to clean their feet and that exhausts me.

ought they'd already closed.” Betsy

” She gave a little p

got your clothes sorted. I know it's not really your thing, but

artment was simply marvelous and a dream, no envy! Her blood-red dress wa

y, kissed my cheek and said: “I think the best thing in my li

s if it were today, you stealing cupcakes from your afternoon coffee to take to me, I

our night. Have you told your pa

n't want to talk about at the moment. Betsy was too happ

ect, the details were as if it had been made for me. My curves were on show, which made me a little embarrassed that I had nothing to show, after all, I'm not tall

d you need to think more about your future.” She didn't answer, but kept he

heels, don't you? He asked me to give

ve everything I had experienced in the past, when we lived nearby. Until he left on m

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nute, had finally found someone, giving me

didn't want me and, among many others, the one that scares me the most is never being able to be truly happy, away from all this. The white powder right in front of me was what kept me going for the r

but it was possible to hear voices other than Betsy's, which in

ng that could be traces away in my bag, tidied

e by the hand and pulled me into the crowd, leaning her el

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nd finally realized that my time to leave had come. Betsy knew how to take care of herself, she never drank too much,

was deserted, with no cars on the pavement, so I thought "this was the perfect time to cross the street. I held my heels firmly