M.Miller pov//
Nothing. That's all my senses are filled with. I see nothing , I hear nothing, I feel nothing, I smell nothing.
Am I dead?
This is peaceful, if I were to be at school right now Rose would probably trying to get me to kill myself. She would call me fat and a slut. I might've been in class with Alastair, he made everything ok, but as soon as we would part ways, she would be back to hurt ma and drag me down.
I wish I could see Alastair again, his green eyes and messy hair.
I'm not going to be in anymore pain though..that's good I guess.
Is this how it's gonna be?
Am I just going to sit here in my thoughts for forever..?
Then it all goes black again.
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Gone//M.Miller
Short StoryShe was gone, her eyes didn't hold their usual glint, her paintings were dark, music taste went down the drain, it wasn't her anymore.
