The stars are shining down on me while I'm walking down 8th street with a bottle of whiskey in my hands. Hands trembling, Eyes dark and sore from all the crying I could hardly see, chapped, bruised lips. " Oh how I love the feeling of the bitter raw whiskey upon my lips, the burning sensation it gives of when your lips are bruised," I said to moon since it's the only thing that ever listens to me. You see most people see me as a broken, messed up teenager who doesn't know what to do with her life, they see me as a an object that you have in one place for a long time that you grow tired off everyday,so you just suddenly pick it up and throw it away. Now I'm starting to see myself that way as well. You see I was once a happy person I got everything I wanted in other words my parents use to spoil me a lot with unnecessary things but what they didn't give me was their love at times when my mom and I would usually have fights she'll tell me that I was a mistake and this would happen over and over again, now as I'm walking down 8th street I take the last sip of whiskey, my hearts pounding it felt like my heart wanted to explode into tiny little pieces out of my chest, but I was preparing myself to commit suicide, I was preparing to end the pain that overtakes me everyday, every second I was preparing to end it all! I sat on the side of the pavement near the junction and waited on the green lights. I felt so nervous yet so relieved that everything's gonna be okay now, there was the Red, then the Green I got up cars speeding down the street, I dropped the empty bottle of whiskey and ran in front of a truck the last thing I heard was the loud horns and a mans voice shouting, " Get out of the way! Are you crazy?" I think you know what happened after!
//I really hope you enjoy this short story//❤️
