"i don't need help." she told herself.
"i'm not crazy." she genuinely wanted to believe.
"it's okay. you have got me here," alice screamed into her head.
"you are the reason i am here."
"i just wanted to be your friend. lord knows you need one." alice taunted.
mara wanted so desperately to kill alice, to get revenge for everything she has ever done. she wanted to be the one to tell her hurtful things.
mara clenched her fists and took deep breaths in. everything around her seemed to get smaller, leaving her towering over many objects. people around looked at mara weirdly wondering if she was okay. but mara wasn't okay, she was at the bottom of the floor, the floor in which she fell deeply into. mara wasn't okay because she knew how it felt to be forgotten by her family. i guess you can say mara wasn't okay because she was on the brink of suicide.
one, two, three, breathe.
one, two, three, breathe.
her only hope left didn't even care to look deeply. she had no more hope. all mara had was cigarettes and books filled with hopeless poetry. mara was sad.
mara was very sad.
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11:11
Short Story" at exactly 11:11, she never felt more disappointed. looking down, she never realized until now, how much she wanted to let go. how much she wanted to know. " -perspective | all rights reserved
