Back words

There is a story its sitting in my heard and its waiting to be told. The story is not like others short. Never to be published but always to be heard. The story’s not 300 pages it’s also not a list.The story will make little sense or will keep you thinking “What in the world is she talking about?”



In story’s they always start with a being and always have an end. The story that’s going to be told is full of truth. With its end as the start it’s the way the story is told. The story starts with only two words the saddest words that I have ever heard.


The end


That’s my story. Over my life I have thought of this day. The days were nothing went right but everything went wrong. This day haunts me it’s the worst thing that can happen to a person. Worse than telling your parents you hate them or even running away and never coming back.



The story about a girl who was my best friend (her name was …..)We had no secrets we told each other everything. We laughed and cried, joked and talked about the guy we liked. She was the sister that I never had. Everythingwas good till the day that will never be okay. The story is long and drug out. So maybe I am lying I can’t tell the whole story because it makes me scared that it will happen again. When I tell the story it turns me into someone I am not and makes me feel like nothing is good.

I don’t know if you get any of what I have just said but if you every get to talk to me and get the story out then you will be luck. The story is the worst and makes me feel gutted. This story is the worst way to lose your best friend or anybody you know.