This is the last page of a story I wrote a while ago.
Here you go, with no context enjoy the finale breathe
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"You are right... Nobody is gonna believe me... Nobody is gonna ever see the scars on my wrists caused by my own self hate because of you... Nobody will ever feel sorry for me... I don't even have parents...
So...
You won..."
I take a big breath and I stand up, on the edge of the rooftop.
"Just remember... This is the day, when you destroyed a kind and caring girl. This is the day when she died... This is the day when you made her suicide in front of your eyes. This is the day when you made her confess in front of the whole school that her father abused her... This is the day when all her future, dreams and wishes blows away in a gust of wind... This is the day when she fell from the roof of her school... Even without telling her family and saying them.....goodbye."
And then I let myself fall in a macabre dance of death,
a leap between life and death,
and I fell.
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Dramatic, isn't it?
STAI LEGGENDO
THOUGHTS
Short StoryPuri pensieri che si creano nella mia mente. Racconti che prendono vita nell'anticamera del mio cervello. Semplici momenti da ricordare. Che sia un diario, un luogo dove narrare racconti, o un'agenda dove segnare ciò che più è importante per me, io...
