[whitexsuicide]

Amelia Marie Diederich

Amelia watched as he fixed up her dress and everything else that came with it, leaving her in her boy shorts and his jacket. She felt safe, and weirdly comfortable just sitting there a mess, while Donnie took care of her. Maybe this is what she wanted? The depression though didn't think she could be good enough for a man like him. Her mind argued over the facts and she felt defeated by her own self. It didn't help much she was in an unknown world, where nothing really existed. And her head pounded from a concussion and alcohol.

Once Donnie sat back down and started to talk she felt like she just couldn't tell him what was on her mind. Like he wouldn't like her any more, or would think she was weird for thinking such things about herself. Her tears kept streaming down her face and it was hard for her to control her breathing, but once she worked up the courage to answer his question all he got out of her was an 'I know know'. She felt bad, but all she wanted right then and there was for him to hold her. To maybe tell her she was pretty or everything was going to be okay. But it didn't matter, because she would never tell him to do so and he would most likely never guess to do it on his own. Expressly since they were not together. She started to curl up into a ball letting the jacket just hang off her shoulders. All she could do was cry.