Everyone Thinks My Best Friend Went Missing. I Know What Really Happened.

By Thought Catalog, September 2nd 2018

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I liked him so much.

I have to live with it every day, the fact that I killed my best friend because I was angry that fear had driven him away from me. I have to look at my face in the mirror and know what I did.

And each time I do, each time I grip the edges of my sink and stare deeply into my reflection, I have to stop myself from switching off the light and saying the words. The words that will make my bedroom dreadfully cold, will conjure the Skinstealer from whatever dark realm he exists in until he’s called upon by someone stupid enough to issue a dare.

Because when I do, I know I’ll say my own name this time.

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Trace the scars life has left you. It will remind you that at one point, you fought for something. You believed.

“You are the only person who gets to decide if you are happy or not—do not put your happiness into the hands of other people. Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if someone dislikes you or if someone doesn’t want to be with you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Please don’t ever forget that.” — Bianca Sparacino

Excerpted from The Strength In Our Scars by Bianca Sparacino.