Was it her fault?
She believed so
But she didn't understand
Why would he do something like that, go through all that pain to get rid of another.
She winced at the thought of the blade touching his delicate skin. she would do anything to make him stop, anything. tears ran down her face and blood ran down his arm.
When he told her his plans she was torn.
Death?
No! Never she cried she wouldn't let him do this to himself. His life was important to her and she wouldn't let him take that away from her! She had to find a way to make him stop, stop for good. But Nothing would stop him! She had no choice. She wouldn't be able to stand his pain.
She would let death take her so that she would not witness him doing the same.
She pulled out the pills. So easily received but yet so hard to take. She shook as the chills crawled up her spine, she then pulled out a note she wrote last night and placed it in his locker. She stood in the bathroom looking at herself, the mess she had become and swallowed.
Two life for one.
YOU ARE READING
Little stories of a Girl
Şiirtake what you think when you see the word 'girl'. and then take the word 'different'. because every 'girl' is 'different' to what you might think. and this is a story about those girls
