I wrote this after my sister told me she wanted to be me. WARNING - mentions of self-inflicted injuries and verbal abuse toward myself . Don't read if you don't like that. Thank you.
Complete - Life - Fiction Rated: M - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 387 - Reviews: 0 - Updated: 5-18-08 - Published: 5-18-08
My father said, 'This plant, rosemary, is a symbol of rememberance for the dead.'" I shook my head violently, knowing why he'd given me the flower. R&R please.