She's Fine. (Part 2) I looked at my daughter laying on her bedroom floor. She had tears in her eyes large wounds running across her arms. She cut?! How had I never noticed before? I'm so stupid! Such a terrible father. My daughter has been depressed forever and I could never do anything about it. I stood above her small fragile body. She looked so...hurt. Not just her arms, but her facial expression. I was always so focused on forgetting about Mindy's death and working that I could never see how much pain she was in. I took her home from school most days. She was bullied constantly. I never understood why my beautiful daughter was getting bullied. I carried her to the hospital, too caught up in my thoughts to get in the car. My baby girl might die. I might loose my only child. I burst through the doors panting, holding my daughter. "Please help my daughter!" I cried. I saw nurses rush to my side. "What happened, sir?" Asked one nurse. I hated to say it. I hated it. And my daughter did it. "Self-harm." The nurses looked frightened and nodded, before placing my only daughter on a gurney and leaving me in the waiting room. I didn't want to wait. I filled out many papers, and paced back and forth. Other patients in the room stared at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. After hours a nurse came up to me and my heart stopped. "Mr. Rivers?" she asked. "Yes?" "Your daughter, Tara, she lost a lot of blood..." "Yes." "But we have her on some medicine and she should regain a lot. After she is completely conscious she will need to start taking some anti-depressants. She is going to live, sir." My heart leaped when she said those last words. I couldn't help but hug the nurse before she lead me to my daughter's room. I walked in and saw her. My daughter. She was hooked up to many machines. The nurse left me alone with her. "Tara, I love you." I knelt beside her and grabbed her hand. "Dad?" A weak voice pleaded to be heard. "Tara?" "I love you dad. I'm sorry." "I love you with all my heart Tara. You are going to live. Everything is going to be just fine." "Just fine?" "Just fine." "You're my only daughter. I love you and I'm not going to loose you." "Really, dad?" "Really, Tara." "I love you, dad." "Get some rest, Tara. I love you."

Sick Of Love She's my best friend. She's my everything. We do everything together and tell each other everything. We get into trouble a lot and are total idiots in public. I know how I feel about her. I love her. But I can never figure out what she thinks of me. I doubt she looks at me as anything more than a best friend. I mean who would like a stupid guy like me anyway? I laid next to her in the grass and smiled as we laughed about stupid stuff. "Jake?" she asked, calming down from her fit of laughter. My head snapped in her direction. "Yeah, Molly?" "You know how I just had that tough breakup with Cole?" "Yeah..." I wondered where she was getting at with her question. "Well it finally made me realize something..." she continued and my heart skipped a beat. My head wandered thinking hopeful thoughts as my lips answered,"What's that?" "I'm sick of love." she frowned. I frowned too and my heart dropped into my stomach. I was hoping for a different answer. A better answer, even. "I'm sick of love." the words bounced around in my brain. Me too, Molly. Me too. #sick #of #love #young #teens #teenagers #boy #girl #crush #like

She's Fine. She breathed heavily as she gripped the object in her hands. "I'm sorry dad, I know you love me, but...I don't love myself." she scribbled on the paper. "I can be with mom now. I can be happy. I can see grandpa and grandma and Aunt Jenna." she ran the blade across her wrist. She stared down at the gushing wound on her wrist. She shivered. "I can't live anymore, dad. I know you love me, and take care of me, and comfort me...I feel like I'm a bother to you. That's why I should go. And that way I won't have to get sent home from school early from getting into a fight. You won't have to hold me and comfort me when I cry myself to sleep anymore. You can live knowing that I won't be bullied anymore. I can't get hurt in Heaven, right?" "Once you find this note I'll be dead. I'm sorry. I love you dad... -Tara<3" She took a good look at the note and nodded. She took the blade and ran it up both of her arms leaving long wounds. She kept cutting as the tears streamed down her face. She couldn't stop. She needed to die. As the room began to spin and her sobs grew louder she began to loose balance. She became too dizzy to stand and toppled over landing on her bedroom floor. The last thing she could get was her dad's voice. "Tara? Tara are you alright? Tara! It's okay sweetheart! I love you. Everything is going to be just fine..." Everything is going to be just fine... Just fine. Born_To_Write©