I'm going to kill myself.
For real this time.
There's no reason for me to stay here.
I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm not afraid.
The bridge is high, the shocking cold water below will kill me if the fall doesn't.
The wind blows sharp and snow whips around my hair.
I look up and count the stars.
I look down and count the seconds.
1: The water is so black.
"Charlie?"
2: I hope mother doesn't take this personally.
"Hey Charlie!!"
3: I hope that I feel this.
"CHARLIE!!"
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amongst the stars~(complete)
Teen FictionThe cool wind pushed through my thin frame and send a chill up my spine. It was early December and everything was already covered in fresh layers of snow. I kicked my legs weakly and the loud creaking that came from the old swing filled the empty a...
