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Fight

Short Story

Sometimes it's okay to give up. But sometimes it isn't. And when you get it wrong it could be the end.

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by PenelopeSings16

by PenelopeSings16

                                    
                                                                 
                          The world broke. That was the day I lived. The day I realised I was strong. The day I lost everything. I looked at the ground. Dirt and mud. I had to fight to win, I had to fight to live. No one had ever taken me seriously. I returned the favour. I always thought I would die of old age. Maybe not now. I am only 12 and I am about to die and I know it.

                          I am never going to stop fighting until I die. I need water. I need food. I see water. I go to it. I dip my hands in and drink. I didn't fight. I let it happen. The water was poison I let it win. I let it take over. I didn't really want to win. I didn't really want to live. I don't want to be alone.

                          I died, but I didn't fight. I lived when I didn't know what else to do. I died when I couldn't think of anything better. I died when I could've lived.