It is April 13, 2015.
I have prepared myself.
I decided to cut myself.
It reminded me of my parents.
I said my good-byes
to Luke.
He was confused
and worried.
I ran back home,
not realizing Luke was after me.
I realized that I dropped my journal
but I didn't care.
I was gonna die anyways.
Once I cme home
I went upstairs,
went inside my bathroom,
and locked the door.
Outside the door is a note.
My last words,
hoping Luke finds it first.
I turned on the shower,
took the blade out of my cabinet
and went into the bathtub.
I could hear Luke coming upstairs,
banging the door.
He stopped banging,
hoping that he saw the note.
"NO!!! YOU WILL NOT DIE!"
He yelled.
But it was too late,
I insterted the blade through my blue vein.
I couldn't feel pain.
I couldn't feel anything.
It was blank.
"FIGHT!"
Those were the last words I heard.
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Learning To Love Myself
Short StoryA girl named Sally was born with a terrible family. She was abused, scared, and hated. She didn't know why she deserved this. She's thirteen years old now. Her parents died when she was 10. So why is she still sad, when her parents are dead? A boy t...
