I woke up with some scarred wrist and blood on the bed. I felt pain. Pain all over. There was a body next to me bare as I was. Knife in hand. Careful not to wake the boy that took advantage of me, I snatched his knife and tried to end my life.
I slit my wrist vertical. I slashed my body many ways. Blood spilled out in droplets. One after the other. A rhythm. A sound. A beat. That was the last thing I heard after I feel into a deep sleep as the darkness surrounded me.
(She finally died)
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Fallen Angel
Krótkie OpowiadaniaClose your eyes and imagine a world. Everything is pitch black and happiness is scarce. The soul that lives there is dark and hasn't got hope to carry on. It's an unfair battle between one person and the world and it seems like the world is winning...
