(Hey, Kelly here. This is the first story I wrote from last year. I know it's pretty bad, because I only got a 90% on it. This is based on a true story, with a little bit of fictional things spread throughout it, and yes, it's written in a guy p.o.v. because it's about one of my closest guy friends. Sorry about it being a bit depressing, like I said, I wrote this last year and I've become a lighter person since then. Hope you like it! xx)
Chapter One
Dear whoever gives a damn about me or is reading my story,
Life
Some people have it.
Others are just immune to dying…
I feel sorry for them. Poor immune people.
I’m one of those…whatcha call them? Ummm..Oh yeah! Walking Dead Man. Yup, that’s me!
Then we go into a lighter word.
Death
Everybody must die.
Right?
Well, I hope mine comes sooner to end this damn suffering.
For healthy people with happy families, they shouldn’t die soon.
Right?
Good thing I don’t have either.
Well, I’m semi-healthy besides my asthma and being bi-polar…I’m healthy!
But I want to die right now; like right at this… Instant. I cracked a smile or my slightly rare smile and try to suppress my laugh. Yeah, that’s me too.
Instant. Samuel Instant. Walking Dead Man. Freak. Emo. Phyco.
And my story begins with a thought.
A thought most of you would know the answer to…instantly. Another crack of my “rare” smile that only shows half of my bright, white teeth. And my silverfish blue eyes squint as if looking at the sun.
My Thought:
Life or Death; Pick one.
YOU ARE READING
Why I'm Gone
Short StorySamuel Instant. What I've been called my entire life. I hate everyone. I can't stand anything. Except her. Josilyn Slowly. She's...Different. And here's our story.
