I lay the towels out on the floor so there isn't a mess to clean later. I then get the pills and swallow them without a single drop of water, then get my phone to write a text to my true love, before getting the knife and slitting both of my arms from the wrist to the inner part of the elbow.
Me:
I'll be with you soon. Just you wait.
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Message Sent Failure
Short StoryA story told through failed sent messages and a few short paragraphs. --- Message Send Failure copyright © Katie MacNamara (MiniMac337) 2017 All rights reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from t...
