You're not alone [Completed] short story

Authors note and Prologue

Author's Notes;

Firstly I just wanted to say a few words before you read this story.

I had originally thought of titling this story, 'disheartened girl.' But thought, 'You're not alone.' Sounded a lot better.

This isn't a story about me; it's to the people who feel alone. Yes sometimes I can feel alone, but this is to people who take it a little further.

You're not alone, even if you think so. This story is to everyone, I do not want to give too much away about this story. But I hope you will all love it and give it a chance that it deserves.

I was also originally planning this story to be one chapter, but I realised I had written so much. That I decided to divide it and make it two chapters. it's a short story, because I want to get straight to the point.

I will also for the first time write a prologue, hope I succeed.

P.S. I hope this touches people's hearts and makes it to what's hot. Yes I know its wishful thinking.

:)

Well I think that's enough from me.

enjoy xo.

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Prologue,

"All major religious traditions carry basically the same message, that is love, compassion and forgiveness the important thing is they should be part of our daily lives." Dalai Lama.

My name is Felicity Tompkins, who cares right. I locked myself in the bathroom and let the tap water run to make it sound as if I was having a shower. I knew my mother would get a big water bill; I was also wasting precious water. No one cared about my feelings, so I thought why should I care. I was going to do people a big favour, they would thank me later. As I felt like a burden to everyone I knew.

It hadn't always been like this, people changed and their change had affected me a lot. While they continued their life happily, I decided I should end mine. I wasn't harming anyone except for my own self. I had nothing to live for.

I apologized to god, because I believed in god, yet I felt this world was too much for me.

I wondered if things could be different, would I survive this. If I did survive this, would things get better or worse than they already were. I inhaled air, before grabbing anything sharp; I didn't see what I grabbed. Due to my tears over flowing, I didn't really care. I'd lost all hope, long ago when father had left me.

I slit my wrist with sudden movement; this wasn't my first time either. I threw it in the sink and sat on the tile floor, my blood poured out. I leaned my head on the wall looking up at the ceiling, I remembered little happy moments, but they felt so distant away from me. My eyes slowly closed as I fell unconscious.

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A/N: please voice your opinion, what did you think of my prologue. I promise it's only going to get better in the next chapter. Please if you like my story vote on it too. :)

Peace out ☮

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