I watched as my mom pulled up into the hospital parking lot. She quickly got out of her car, and ran over to me. Unlike me, she had locked her car.
I was still crying. I hardly noticed that my mom was still in her pajamas.
"Jason, what happened?" My mom put her arms around me, and even though I was crying I kind of wished she wouldn't do that. It was embarrassing.
"Ellie c-committed s-suicide!" I half shouted, half cried. "I t-tried to s-stop it, but, she d-didn't listen."
"I-is she dead?" My mom asked, her eyes wide in shock.
"N-no. Not yet. We can save her in the next t-twelve hours if we get enough m-money for a b-blood surgery. There was a l-lot of blood that she l-lost."
"Won't her mom pay for it?" My mother asked. "Here, take me to Ellie's room."
"No. Her mom's a jerk." I said, wiping my tears.
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Her, The Broken Girl
General FictionShe was broken. Her smile had faded. Her soul was destroyed. Her body was frail. She only smiled when she was reading. Was her sadness worth the friendship? According to Jason it was. When she rarely smiled, she lit up the world. She was kind, if yo...
