Forbidden Friends

• Short story
• Self help

								
We were best friends. Slowly, she begun to hate me. So did everybody else that knew of me. They said I weren't good for her. Though, they were probably right, I still didn't want to stop being friends with her. I don't even think she wanted to hate me, but others wanted her to, so she did. We went through so much together. Over 400 days later she needed my help, so I helped her. She didn't want my help, but she said she needed it. Her dad found out about me. She promised him she would stop talking to me. After a couple days, she needed me again. Her parents didn't find out. She is surprised they haven't, because she doesn't hide me. They can clearly see me, the freckle looking burns and the scabbed up cuts.
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