dear diary
this my twenty-eighth week in high school and for the first time, i'm afraid to die from cancer.
scott's mom bought me a dress and promised to do my make-up for the party.
and all i did was cry about it.
my body is so sick i can't even walk properly.
so that i might not be able to dance with scott.
scott: what's wrong?
me: i... i-i can't dance... i-i can't move at this time
scott: that's okay, i will carry you
me: no i'm not asking this!
scott: you don't need to ask for it because we are dancing anyway
me: you're a fool, do you know that?
scott: yes, i'm a fool for you
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!!!
