dear diary
this is my sixtieth week in high school and my eyes are blurred.
and the worst part is, when dad came in.
i couldn't see him nor anything around him.
it startled him more than me.
since he knew it was a sign from God.
which made me hold his hand a little longer than usual.
dad: why are you holding my hand?
me: to say goodbye properly
dad: why are you saying goodbye to me?
me: because soon i can't hear or even feel you, so i have to make every second count for us
dad: why are you like this?
me: i'm sorry dad
dad: don't sorry with me, stay with me!
me: you know i can't
dad: so you chose death over living?
me: no the death chose me instead
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!!!
