It's bright in the bathroom
I think to myself thiis not a story.
I am not a character. Definitely not the main one atleast. Maybe I'm the bad guy, I wouldn't mind that not really for the bad guys are always the hottest and the girls simp for them. But the bad guy is always so loud and spoken. No maybe I'm not the bad guy. I'm probably the background character, I don't have special traits. Yeah I'm definitely the background character. The light from the bathroom dulls and I look down, the pill box laying in my hand. Ah I'm nearly gone, it's so quite here. I just hope my family doesn't find me. I might get to be a ghost after I'm gone. I hope I do, then I can haunt my family. It feels harder to breath now and I know my end is close so I close my eyes and smile a little, I need to be pretty when I get burried. No this is not a story and even if it was, it would end before it even began.
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