My Birthday Party - Original Writing

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'I can 't bare to tell them the truth, it 's, it 's uh, too, scarring. I fucking killed my own best friend, at her own birthday party too. ' That horrid memory has been eating me alive since I was three, 'Yeah when you killed her. ' "Jake! Get up!" Luke yells. "Okay! I 'm coming!" I shout back. Since "that" day, I 've made a new best friend, Rylie, who lives here in Sydney. We 're the same in a lot of ways, taste in music, socially awkward, and can make each other laugh hysterically. So we 're perfect to be best friends. "Jake, hurry up!" Michael presses. "Okay!" I screech. 'Wait, what day is it? Oh shit, it 's my birthday... How could I forget my own birthday? ' I run downstairs still in my pyjamas. 'Mmm bacon. ' " "Where 's the bacon?" I yell. "Over here on the pan." Ashton chuckles. "Bacon!" I squeal. "Yup, Jake 's feelings towards bacon haven 't changed." Calum affirms. 'Well I can 't tell them now. ' I sigh softly. "What 's up Bug?" Luke asks, a concerned look clouding his ocean eyes. "Hmm? Oh, nothing." I mutter. The rest of my birthday boring, eat dinner, have cake, go back up to my room. Luke follows me to my room. "Princess, what 's wrong?" He wonders. "Uh, I don 't want to talk about it." I murmur. "Why?" He mumbles. "I just can 't." I exclaim. "Jake, tell me." He prods. "Fine," I snap. "I fucking killed my best friend when I was fucking three." "What? Who?" He stammers. "Mikayla." Michael states. "How did you know?" Luke queries. "I was there." He responds,

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