I walked over to the large mirror that was propped up against my wall. To my dismay, I looked the same in death as I had in life. My hair was still a crazy mess, there were dark circles under my eyes, and my body... I just wasn't beautiful.
I wanted to cease to exist so I wouldn't be like that anymore.
I thought dying would help.
But apparently not.
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After Suicide
Short StoryWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
