It was dark, so he couldn't see her bloodstained night dress.
As she walked him up the stairs because he was scared of the dark.
Holding her glass and his glass.
His water went down his throat that night.
Her water was used to wash her skin.
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One More Life
RandomA short story told as a collection of poem style parts. It centres around the life of a girl as she struggles with depression, self harm and suicide. Potential trigger warning.
