My Best Friend X
I was eight years old and my best friend was nine. Her mother had died the year before, but my friend, lucy, she was so strong such an amazing person. Her dad was very abusive. One day i came home from a sleepover somewhere and my mum told me lucy was dead. She was only nine. To this day i never know how she died but i know it was something to do with her dad. I've lost many people since and before then but she affected me the most. I lost the girl i'd talk to, the only person i knew who knew what it felt like for their father to hit them. I lost my best friend and myself that day.