My Friend, The Girl With The Bruises

January 16, 2011
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The girl with the bruises sat next to me in math. She was funny, and nice, but needed help. I wanted to help her, but she was afraid of what he would do to her. I was afraid of what he would do if I didn't. Everyday she made me promise to keep quiet, and every day I
agreed. Until today. Today she was found in her house beaten to death by her own father. I wish I had done something. If I really was her friend, I kept thinking, I wouldn't have kept my promise. If I really was her friend, she would still be alive, I whispered as I cried. If, if, if...





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