TW mentions of su*c*de
There was a girl in the back of my class. She used to be a friend. She used to be a lover. She used to be a sister. She used to be a daughter. She used to have her life together. She used to be happy. Until one day, she wasn't. Her friends left. Her lover found someone else. Her siblings turned their backs to her. Her parents abandoned her. She slowly fell apart. Up to the point where no one thought of her as whole. She was just broken pieces, barely holding on to each other in hopes to be repaired. Until she fell down. She shattered. And afterwards, she left. She left the mortal world in search of a new one. A better one. She left without a trace. No concluding note, no last hug, no final goodbye. She vanished off the face of the earth. And yet, there's still a piece of her that remains. It's not much, but it's enough of her to be real. It's a poem, scribbled onto her desk in the back of the class:
Mind is playing
Never staying
Feels the same
There's always pain
And that's how we will remember her. Being in pain. But I hope that she has found a new world, a new life to live. I hope that she will get what she deserves. To live her life fully,
Painless
(A/N) A massive thank you to knees0cks_ for allowing me to use the poem that she wrote in a story!
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One shots
القصة القصيرةSometimes I get inspired to write one or two paragraphs of a certain scene and now you guys get to read them too. Subjects and themes vary, but most are written in first person narrative. Enjoy! The first person narrator does not have a known name...
