I woke up with a really bad migraine. My pillow had been wet from the tears I shed last night. I had been, was, crying, for almost every nights. The three new line on my wrist made my wrist ache.
Ugh. I got out of bed so that I could freshen up and take a really cold shower to drain away everything. Oh, and how could I possibly forget music...
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Breakfast was as usual. Mom was not at home. Dana was somewhere in the world. Home alone, that's what it was.
Only miss the sun whe- I picked up my phone from the counter and answered it.
"Hey, Rainie," Michelle's awkward morning voice greeted me. "Morning." We made a small talk about health and stuff like that, a normal thing we always do.
"Thing" because I donut know what to call it. "So can I come over today?" she asked. I nodded. "Yes?" I realized that was a stupid action. "Oh yeah, sure.. Anytime!" She said bye and some I miss you and things that we say all the time.
Ordinary conversations like before, yeah, that's what it is.
And exactly 45 minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Guys, I'm sorry, this is like a filler, and it's really short. I'll make it up soon, I promise.
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Self Destruction
Krótkie OpowiadaniaShe paints a pretty picture but the story has a twist. Her paint brush was her razor and her canvas was her wrist.
