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She was beautiful; everyone told her so and she loved him but she couldn't let him know...

She had a boyfriend but he didn't care. He hit her; to leave him she didn't dare. She went on through high school with this same guy. He would beat her and throw her around but never would she cry.

Where did that bruise come from; her friends would ask. I fell down the stairs and that cut is from the glass. They believed all of her excuses and her lies; that's everyone except this one other guy. He had loved her ever since the seventh grade, ever since he saw her at that Christmas parade.

He wanted to help her but what could he do. He had to save her. She was really getting hurt. The guy pushed her around. He treated her like dirt

He went to her house and knocked on the door. He looked in the window and saw blood on the floor. He heard her yell so he twisted the knob. He couldn't get in but he could hear her sob.

He called the police and they got there fast. They opened the door. He let out a gasp. There she was sprawled out on the floor. He couldn't bear to look but wait there is more.

There was a funeral the very next day. He wanted to attend but what could he say. He took a seat in the very last row. He loved her so much but she just didn't know.

There was a note found under her bed which he had no idea. All kinds of thoughts flew in his head

"My boyfriend hits me but what can i do..and there's this really sweet guy...I wish he liked me but he has no clue"