"I remember when I was 8 years old and I was playing with my little and big siblings and made promises with them that we will be together and happy together.....
but here I am
on the bathroom floor....hoping that the pain will disappear and praying that God will forgive me for what I did"
I looked at my arms and as my vision started to get blurry I realized that I didn't really wanted to die, no I was scared to die, I didn't wanted to go to hell I don't want to die anymore i tried to scream for help but I was too weak and then I heard someone opening the bathroom door I couldn't see who it was...but...the voice...made me cry...I felt ashamed...I wished that I would pass out right now but I didn't. I heard how this person was talking in her phone, I think she called an ambulance. I tried to say something but I just whispered in a softly weak voice
" I'm sorry..."
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I don't know if I should keep going this story (inspired by the song from the story and 195 words btw)
