7 am, thinkin bout you. Wonderin if the thoughts I’m feelin your feelin too.
“I love him, I love him not. I love him, I love him not. I love him….” Katrina said to herself. “Well, it’s to late now, he hates me.”
Katrina sighed and got up. Her and her best friend Brian got into a huge fight about a week ago. She was going out with this guy and he started abusing her. Brian knew something was up, but Katrina couldn’t admit it. So Brian got upset and said if she couldn’t trust him, they couldn’t be friends, and that’s what happened. She walked to the kitchen and sat down on a chair. She looked at her arms and a tear slipped down her cheek. It was reminders of her past, scars that would never go away.
“At least he’s in jail now.” She said to herself and walked to the living room. She turned on the tv and there was Brian.
“Why didn’t I tell you?” She whispered and turned off the tv. She walked outside (she walks a lot huh?) and walked along the beach. She didn’t know what to do so she climbed some cliffs and looked out at the ocean.
“What would happen if I jumped off? Would anyone even miss me? I would be able to get away from everything, I wouldn’t feel the pain.” She got up and walked to the ledge and looked down. A small rock slipped and went over the ledge. It seemed it would never end.” She kept looking, thinking about what to do.
“Katrina? What do you think your doing?” Brian asked. Katrina turned around fast and saw him. His face was filled with confusion.
“I uh, well, never mind.” She said and started to walk away.