You see that girl laying in the cement cell. Her short, brown hair in a mess of tangles, skin white as snow covered in filth, cheeks stands with tears, eyes dull and lifeless, and her once white dress soaked in blood. You are probably wondering how that poor girl ended up like that. Thanks to some curel swist of fate there she lays, bleeding to death. She never thought any of this would happen, all because she help some girl, she doesn't even know the name of. She never thought she would be ripped from her friends and family, in that moment. Never ever imagen she would fall for the person who took everything from her. Now here she is bleeding to death alone and cold. Her only regret is not saying goodbye. Who is that girl? How do I know this? That girl in the cell is me!
Hi, I'm May Michel and this is the story of The Day I Died.........
Authors Note:
Hello, my beautiful readers!
I know its a short proluge, but I hope it's good! Like I have said this is my first real story so go easy on me. If you have any advice, please don't hesitate to tell me. There will be many grammar mistakes because I suck at it. ._. Anywhore..... I hope you like it! Bye beautifuls!!!
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The Day I Died
Non-FictionThis is the the story about a 18 year old girl. Who was ripped away from her life, because of a deal her father made before she was even born. *I know the summary is bad, but this is my first real story so give me some credit! I hope you guys like i...
