*Authors Note*
*This story was very difficult to write and it reflects very sensitive emotions and thought processes in which I have never unlocked or opened up to before, you'll either understand or not as some of this will be metaphors and up to the reader's interpretation. This is a very close and personal aspect of my life. Here are 13 reasons why I, personally am still breathing and sitting here writing this...*
My life has been a mess. A complete and utter disapointment. An overwhelming, spiral ot lies, sadness and most of all, regret. This has been going on for as long as I can remember, I haven't- or don't remember feeling any different.
But one day something hit me. Hard. So very hard. It knocked me off my feet. It controlled my balance and then suddenly took it away. Like I was just some doll. A plastic object which felt nothing. Nothing at all...
Darkness. Where is the light? Help me? Please? I beg and beg the unknown voice. The figure who I believed was my own guardian angel, or something like that anyway. Someone watching over me giving me both positive and negative karma when I deserved it. But this is a punishment; it feels so negative. What have I done to deserve this? I couldn't be certain about anything. I was drowning in a deep, dark blue pool. No. A sea but with no coral, no seaweed, not even a glimpse of beautiful warm sunlight. Nothing warm at all. Just a cold and dark blur of my own helpless thoughts and my freezing hands tried to grasp at the only thing I had left... hope. Hope that I may somehow, someday would pull through and swim through a gap after saving myself from drowning in Hell's clever yet mindless navy well.
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13 Reasons Why I Stayed Alive
RandomNOT GOING TO FINISH IT SO STEAL THE IDEA IF YOU WANT TO A parody of '13 Reasons Why', flipped on the brightside to speak out and let others know that there is a reason to live, and there are plenty of ways to survive. Suicide is not the answer. Here...
