I woke up. I stepped out of bed, a baby bird stepping out of its nest, letting itself go, spreading its wings. Except, I don't spread my wings. I fall. Deeper. Harder into nonexistence. My mother left me. I have no one. She only left me money. The only thing to remember her, forcing me to give it up. Never getting it back. I keep falling. How far will I go? Will I ever spread my wings, saving myself. Stopping myself. Never. I fall faster. I let go. I relax. Goodbye. I finally land. I explode. I explode into billions of feelings, almost shattering. I break. I feel everything once again. I feel nothing, too. I can feel. I cannot feel.
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Finally Broken
Short StoryThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
