dear diary
this is my fortieth week in high school and i'm almost there.
i feel the most alive, knowing that I will die soon.
i even painted a little though my hands aren't working properly.
and it came out a real masterpiece.
landon also liked it.
landon: so you're dying?
me: so you're living?
landon: i can't do it without you, mary!
me: you're gonna be fine!
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!!!
