6 more days until I die
Nepal texted me to meet him at the coffee shop at 11 am and I agreed. Man I was pissed he didn't show up to my make up dinner but had the nerve to sneak up and go into my room.
I headed over to the coffee shop with a whole heartedly fake smile plastered on my face. As I opened the door to the shop the tiny bell rung that was on top of the door.
The employee behind the counter waved at me with a bright cheery smile. Luckily Nepal immediately came up to me with a brown paper bag folded and a cup of coffee. I turned around and left the shop speechless.
We sat down on a table outside with a chocolatey brown umbrella. I opened the bag that contained my favorite food, a croissant, an English Muffin, and a fruit parfait. The coffee was my favorite. At least I knew Nepal didn't forget my likes and dislikes.
"So Indonesia... I owe you an apology. Listen I honestly didn't mean to hurt you or ruin your relationship with your boyfriend..."
"Yeah I know but you think kissing is gonna help!?"
"No but-"
"Listen I'm out of here."
He obviously had no good reason to tell me why he kissed me and that bugs me. So I stomped off leaving him in the dust. He had his chance and what he did was unforgivable. I just didn't understand how Nepal couldn't understand that I was fine. I was gonna be okay and everything would be better soon. I hopped into my car and slammed the door shut. Nepal watched annoyed as I drove away.
I ran upstairs to my room and wanted to scream.
Maybe I should just go an kill myself already... But how would I do it? I haven't really thought about it? Hanging? No... To ghastly... Gun? I would probably tremble so much and miss my aim by a mile. I got it! Arteries! I ran to my desk drawer so I could prepare the best blade to use. I opened the drawer and they were all gone!
Then my mind scrambled to Nepal. He acted so tense and left quickly after I found him in my room. He stole my blades! Which means he saw my suicide note! My eyes flashed with anger. It was extremely hard but I decided to let it go because after 6 more days all of this shit would be over.
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Living with the Dead
Teen FictionI was breathing hard and was scared. Police sirens could be heard in the distance even though they were miles away. I glanced out the window and sighed. They will never understand... I thought. Then I picked up a knife and struck. A s...
