As I slowly sank to the ground, the cold and the water a stark contrast to my warm and exhausted body, I slowly came to a realization.
I was going to die.
I didn't want to die, not when she's still standing there, monologuing about something I couldn't hear past the ringing in my ears.
I wouldn't, no, couldn't die, not like this.
The claw-like wounds on my stomach area were beginning to hurt a lot more, the rough asphalt ground only serving to worsen the pain.
I couldn't find it in me to care.
Not when she was still there, not when she was still alive and on the loose, not when not when not when-
Not when she still hadn't suffered like I did.
But I couldn't move, I had no more strength. Black spots slowly creeped into my vision, I was breathing harshly, a rasping, wheezing, dying sound.
Please not like this no no not like this I still haven't she needs to I need to-
I need to-
Please...
Please...
At least let me see my sister again...
One last time...
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oof sorry its so short i just wanted to write something angsty n sad ig
not as sad when you dont know the character but meh
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little stories
Diversosrandom things my mind conjures up at random most of them are nameless people so if i use something like Fork as a name you know why i just wanna do this because of how many i have also note i wont be continuing any of these unless i get another idea...
