It hurts. My chest. It hurts so much, it's painful. Everyone that I trusted. They all seem like liars to me. I felt betrayed. My chest aches so much of betrayal. I just want it to stop. I grabbed the knife off the table. I stared at the shiny blade showing my reflection. Not wanting anymore of it I pulled the knife closer to my skin. I plunged it deep into my wrists. Blood started pouring out and the pain eased a little. Once the pain was gone I had already blacked out in a pool of my own blood.
A/N Yes I know it is more than 50 words but I decided to give myself a challenge and instead do a hundred word story.
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Short Stories
Short StoryThese are a mixture of short 50, 100 and even 150 word stories that I've written. Hope you enjoy.
