she wants to end her life...not because she is sad,desprate and hopeless only because she is empty just as the room she moved in...dark and empty... the room has no windows the walls are all colored in black. a small flashlight in the corner lights the room and the pillow near it. "quite nice and enough to live" she thinks. her books are near the flash light she sits on the pillow and opens one she just reads the sentences she high-lighted from it and this is how she spends her entire day...black is the only color that matters...emptiness is the only word that comes to her head constantly...yes! she wants to end her life and she wants to end it soon. who cares how it will end? she is left alone...sometimes she thinks who is responsible for it? her mother?father? sister?or him? no,its no one's fault! and then she whisperes "it is just me" darkness...emptiness ...they mean a lot to her and then another word comes to her mind "loneliness" oh loneliness...she is lonely she was lonely from a long time ago...every day when she was having supper with family shopping with friends or making love with her lover she was lonely...it is just her in her black bulb...
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Short Story(COMPELETED) if you want a happy day dont start it with reading this! marching down to a girls black and dark spirit
