By accident, or planned (Book 2)

chapter 2.

I have come to a realization. The world is not a loving, funny place. Sure, you could be picking flowers kissing someone you love under a tree, but there's always someone on the other side of that exact tree hanging by a thread. Wishing they could start over. Make a difference rather than a destruction. Be strong instead of weak. Be someone who they weren't. Be someone who they feel is worthy of living. Someone who's not themselves. They feel unworthy of happiness because its been so long since they've felt it. They have their hands running though their hair, minds puzzled and overflowed with thoughts that they were too scared to tell or express because they felt they'd be denied. They hold their breath. They're running out of time and the clock is ticking. Taunting them as they feel tears brim their lashes, making them shake and tremble. How could they let this happen to them? Who did this to them? What did this to them? Who pushed them so far into thinking their final seconds may be so soon? The final seconds are coming and they make their decision. They break down into am abyss of feelings and emotions. Tears streaming fast. Breaths short, unsteady, rugged. They take a deep breath in. The trigger is pulled. At last. The mental one, not an actual trigger on a gun. Not yet, anyways. The emotions start gushing out of them. Anger. Sadness. Jealousy. The monster they feared as a child pours itself out their bodies. Destroying themselves. Little by little in the most torturous ways. Making it near unbearable. Then, suddenly, a memory comes over them. A new feeling comes. The feeling of fear. For they know its time. And the trigger, the real one, is pulled. At last.

And the stories over. Sorry guys. If you have another person you'd like me to write about comment I suppose ✌