Mystery girl's POV: Now I just need to get the pet carrier. Wait . . . the drawer with the knife is open. I need to shut it.*Walk over to the drawer* The grief I feel it trying to take hold I must fight it. I can't it is taking over. I pick up the knife from the drawer. The many times I have wanted to end it all. In one quick motion it could all be over. The pain. The suffering. Can all be gone, but yet something holds me back. I know I have things left to do. Friends to make. Trusts to break. Promises to keep. Journeys to take. Paths to explore. Many people meet their ends like this, but not me. I will walk my path until I reach the end and can go no further. People think they will be happy if they end their lives, but I know we aren't just born to die. Everything happens for a reason you just have to be patient enough to find it. I know by the time I am done with this life I will have found my reason and I will be glad I did.
What is her reason? Why is her grief so strong she can not fight it? Why does the grief make her feel this way?
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Mystery Girl
RandomWhen a new girl moves into the neighborhood her neighbors soon find out she she is full of mysteries but the biggest one of all might change their lives forever.
