Getting home my mother yelled at me and hit me she had a knife this time. She reeked of alcohol. When coming at me with the knife I tried to move but still got cut. I ran to my room. I got out a pen and paper and wrote “I'm so sorry Emily. I couldn't take the pain anymore. Just know that I love you keep on smiling:). Your love Emma.” With that I put the paper in my pocket and leave my house. I reach a close building. It was a few stories up so it was the best building I could get. I jump the air in my face and before I got the floor I regret everything.
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That smile
Random"That smile, it had the power to change my look on life. Even in my worst state that smile could put a smile on my face." A really short story
