"Maybe you should write it down, he said.
Looking down slowly at that expensive pen lying there innocently on that flat white paper had never looked more frightening to my eyes.
I thought I was good at this, this was my talent. Nothing extraordinary had happened but my mind was still numb.
Trying to do something made every corner of my brain hurt. The pain traveled down quickly to my heart.
Instead of hearing the beat of my heart in my body, there was nothing.
That kind of silence everybody hates, the kind of silence when you can hear that one person say something stupid miles away.
The thick red blood stopped flowing throughout my veins and my lungs were quickly robbed of the air they were thriving of.
I had died
Not me
But my mind, my creative mind was gone
And I don't want to live in a world where my mind can't thrive
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FanfictionThis book will contain of different short stories written by me😊 Each chapter will be a new story, the story's can be about everything from romance to nature I hope you enjoy! And a little disclaimer English is not my first language so if there are...
