12:01 ; short story (finished)

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- third persons view

June didn't think life could get worse. But she thought wrong. Her mother is dead. She died in the car accident. She was drunk,and hit tree. Unfortunately,there was a person there to witness the horrible accident. Which was no other that June.

This time June is against the wall,sitting down facing her bed. She couldn't help her mother,it was too late. June kept her face straight and went to the bathroom locking herself in.

She takes a bath and cries. She pushes herself to stop. And sits in the bath for awhile. June's father is loosing it too. He's been drinking since mom died. June got up from the bath,smiling for the mirror.

Brushing her hair gently. And tucks herself into bed. Wakes up by the alarm clock again. And went straight for the bathroom. Gently brushing her hair while giving a little smile for herself.

She sits down at her desk grabbing her pen,her hands were shaking which was hard for her to write. She pulls herself together when the light starts to shine.

Thursday 19th February 2016
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My mom is still dead. My dad is still drunk. And I'm still broken and lost inside my own words.
Everyone looks at me differently. Even Madison. She acts like she doesn't know me,like I'm a freak.

I don't talk to people much,not at all. Every time a teacher asks a question I never reply. They send me to therapy. But it's worthless. What would help me is if could meet you face to face,light. And you will make my day.

I don't know why I'm writing,I guess I am because I still can. I can sense death that's near me. Sooner or later I'll end up with my mom again,and maybe you.