The sound of panicked voices brings me to consciousness. I strain to hear what they are worrying about, but all I can make out are quiet whispers. Suddenly, a sharp pain washes down my sore back. I reach beneath me to grab the source of my discomfort, only to find a piece of shattered glass.
How strange.
The pain comes back again, but this time it's so excruciating spots form at the side of my eyes. I take one more glance at the peaceful night sky, sparkling with beautiful stars. Then the world melts into black.
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Evanescent
Teen FictionDid I jump, or did I fall? Did I want to leave, or did someone want me gone? Could I not forgive, or could I not be forgiven? A piece from my past is missing... What made me think that maybe life wasn't worth living?
