I sit on the floor wondering should I? Whould they care whould they whould dad just dance on my grave like he said whould mom just forgotten about me like she said what will my brothers do?
I took the knife and looked at my wrist I put it on my wrist.
I was about to cut my wrist I heard the door knock it was mom
"There is someone at the door for you" she says
"Coming" I say standing up and put the knife back to its place
I walked out of the bathroom and went for the door I opened the door to see my one and only best friend
"Are you okay?" She asks
I nod. She tells her best friend that she is going to change her clothes
I come out of her room in a crop top jeans and a jacket I head to the door
And I go to my best friend who was waiting for me outside the door
She says
YOU ARE READING
the sunset is beautiful isn't it?
Short Story𝟏𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬�...