Anne,you are sick, she has a boyfriend, unlike you.
"Mind your fucking business, jasper" I whispered violently while attempting the last question. I immediately stopped writing and stared at my hands.
They were shaking. I realised that I didnt bring my blazer,baring my pale arms.I finished that paper and looked outside the window and in spilt second the window was broken and huge shards of glass pierced my left hand, blood spurting out everywhere.
Ah,what a pretty sight!
Tears escaped my eyes and I shrieked in pain. A nurse came with a syringe and pierced me with a needle.I whimpered at the dull ache in my left hand began to burn. My eyelids were getting heavy.I closed my eyes but my body was still active ,so I heard a lot of mumbling around me ,wait a second,
The beeping noises which indicated my heartbeats was slowing,the air refusing to enter my lungs.
Its peaceful Anne,it really is
If death is peaceful, wouldn't I had commited it months ago?
"Anne if you can hear me,squeeze my hand"
Wait , what hand?
"She isn't listening"
The fuck?
Suddenly electric shock buzzed through my entire body. I whimpered again,but who ever was doing was getting sadistic pleasure out of this,and shocked me again and again.
Five minutes passed,I was a shaking mess. "Cut it out! She is alive!" Someone shrieked.
I mentally smiled as I , knew who this was.
Andy!
Nope,jasper Leah.
She came to my bed and kissed my cheek,I tilted my head so the 'intended' kiss on the cheek was now near to my lips.
Anne, you are shitty as hell
Thank god Leah didnt notice
YOU ARE READING
ANNE
General FictionLife has many questions,some which make sense while others don't. Some may risk your life,or some which will change your life in various ways,and lastly,some questions which may remain unanswered till life ends. Could a girl,around in her late teens...
