First the school counsellor would walk into the classroom.
And say I'd like a word with ----- ----- please.
They would have to get up.
And follow her out of the door shaking.
Then a few hours later the person would come back to lessons.
With tear stained skin.
Looking every minute like they were about to have a panic attack.
And they would say she's calling my parents.
And ask their friends which lie to tell.
And then they would ask who had given them away.
That's what she saw.
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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.
