dear diary
this is my forty-fifth week in high school and the time is merciless.
luckily mom visited me today.
but all i could do is nodding to her.
she tried wigs on me and sang to me.
what's more important, she didn't fight with dad.
they were nice to each other because of me.
and it made me very happy.
mom: you look tired, do a nap before scott arrives
me: he wants to marry me, mom
mom: it is impossible at this time
me: why is that?
mom: well, you're only 17
me: and dying of cancer
mom: your dying will not stop him from dreaming
me: but i wish it would
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!!!
