dear diary
this is my thirty-fifth week in high school and i'm dying.
becky visited me today before her flight.
and promised to bring me a lot of gifts.
she smiled so widely and did not allow herself to cry.
which indicates how strong she is.
knowing that i will be gone soon.
becky: what do you want for Christmas?
me: you don't have to do me anything
becky: you know i want to! tell me!
me: new comb would be great
becky: but.. but... but-but you don't have any hair, mary!
me: yeah right! then maybe a book?
becky: that will do
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!!!
