dear diary
this is my fifth week in high school and i got stuck in the art class.
there i found my true self, not this thing that is killing me day by day.
after finishing my painting, someone leaves a piece of paper on my lap,
running away like a scared ghost.
love your painting! don't die soon!
p.s. the name is landon
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
