She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed. Her hands clutched at his picture. Wetness stung her eyes. Oh, how she wanted to cry.
A number was pulled up on her phone, ready to be dialed. But she knew she couldn't call.
No. Matter. What.
It was hard to sit in the dark, crying and unable to reach out for help. She needed some comfort right now but no one could give it to her.
"Happy...happ..." She started. "Happy birthday..." She whispered softly to the picture as she clutched it tighter to her chest.
The tears came. Hard and fast.
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The Fox and The Chicken
Mystery / Thriller⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story can be upsetting to some. please follow the graphic content warning of this story. This particular story deals with issues such as mental health, self-harm, and trauma. If these things hit too close to home for you, please...
